idio2stupid

"Pretty butterflies flew across me,
          	Swatting their nature printed wings. 
          	I followed them to see
          	A world of wild flowers with bees that sing.
          	It was a world for those who flee,
          	Tired of being a clown in a circus ring 
          	Called reality. "
          	
          	
          	Came with this while being zoned out of my studies. I'm no poet but just rhymed it.  How is it ?

preciouspearl20

@idio2stupid Beautiful imaginary! 
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