Lonely butterflies awaiting
for a flower to land on,
gently.
A crown for the weak.
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Compass To My Heart (Wattys2015)
PoetryAs the song continues to play, enchanting my senses with another collection of musical sounds, I continue to dive deeper and deeper into thoughts, leaving them astray, to the point where I reach a state- n o o n e actually understands. ...Not even I...
