I wish,
If I can hold my breath
Till death and re incarnate as a butterfly
Or
To let you to snatch me like
A storm grabbing a nestle..
Softly and gently....
My happenings on you
Was never a succession, or a possession
It was a tale of a butterfly
Which damped in rain and
Fell alive, and alone
If I can hold my breath
Till death and re incarnate as a butterfly
Or
To let you to snatch me like
A storm grabbing a nestle..
Softly and gently....
My happenings on you
Was never a succession, or a possession
It was a tale of a butterfly
Which damped in rain and
Fell alive, and alone
1 comment:
kutee.awesome....
dig the past cover it with ur poetic slang which makes think rethink and rethink.............
fabulous works..........keep writind.....
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