Blue Butterfly
A small blue butterfly
Sits on the stone
Staring at the skylight
Completely alone
She stares at the stars
So far away
So beautiful, but so rare
She suffocates
The small sun rises
Without a care
Beautiful noises
Fill the air
Blue butterfly flies
Without a care
No Goodbyes
Are there
Small dreams are near
Big dreams await
Rattles the fear
Awaiting the date
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