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Butterflies
Butterflies ...Oh they are everywhere |
Sometimes in the stomach ...and sometimes in the mind ||
Like a droplet of dew and morning sunshine..|
Bright and yellow ...as the golden pine |
Colors are plenty and the shades are loud..|
As all the world around, becomes so kind ||
Butterflies ...Sometimes in the stomach ...and sometimes in the mind ||
Why to see everything and judging it right |
Oh...this is black and that is white |
Just smell the beauty & fall in it |
As they say ..the love is absolutely blind ||
Butterflies ...Sometimes in the stomach ...a
nd sometimes in the mind ||
Where to reach...instead fly for the fun..|
Who says tomorrow..let’s think there is none |
Come & fly together, we take off to another world |
With eyes and hands ...no ...souls are also bind..||
Butterflies ...Sometimes in the stomach ...and sometimes in the mind ||
Narrow is the path and seldom smooth |
Hills & Valleys ...they are all rude |
But to explore ...all the alleys of life |
Go..rise and fight ..fight and never afraid of the grind ||
Butterflies ...Sometimes in the stomach ...and sometimes in the mind ||
