so what to say ... about a dream that whispers every single night
and every night unlike the day shines down upon me ?
you are my moon that shines so bright
my very soul watching above me
i see gray clouds ,
gliding on the night\'s immaculate sky ,
and from them falling ... dropping towards the ground ,
dead butterflies with broken wings and shadowy colors ,
but why ...
one tear ... dropping down ...
the last of his feelings would now disappear ...
nothing could change it anymore
his former self ...
the illusion that he created
the world had crumbled and
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