The butterfly flew to the dazzling yet fragile flower
It would slowly open it's petals wider
If possible, she would fly around it for ever
But as time goes by,
It would close it's petals, she don't know why
So she decided to fly away
But she's still there, just far away
And If she goes back
She would go back
Not as a butterfly
But just as a flower nearby
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No, Thank You
PoetryThank you for letting me fly~ ♡ Poems I made because I'm inspired to It's like my output for what I feel for who If you are reading this, I just wanted to say "Yes, Thank You".
