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  • Writer's pictureKristina Lang

A white butterfly

I need your gentile smile my love,

It carries me through roads without pain.

I need this sunny sky like the touch of your palm,

It brings me a dream that I wish to sustain.

Whenever I see you again, my love,

The time and place could be irrelevant.

We will see each other, and this will be a white butterfly.

Every moment we share will remain significant.

As long as you smile at me my love,

The poet in me will see that as a trace in infinity.

Bliss which this smile brings to me,

It feels like love, so well-known for its variety.




Kristina


Monday August 10th, 2020


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