Monday, January 20, 2014


I was a twig and you're my Autumn leaf
Of our last falling season
When Earth aligned with moon perfectly
That turns the night bloody

Blood remained on the sky
As Aurora shouts on East
Today I will never climb again with my feet
Because I will be a butterfly 


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