Butterfly
An unawaken beauty,
I do not wish to harm
Selfless, caring and an existence so hearty
Innocent emotions if only to never lose one's charm
Once above the moon, he may bloom
Hopefully he may find it as he roam
But the world may not love this lovely gloom
My words of doom await for him to feel home.
-Minha Mehrin
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