Poetry

She wants me to sing a song for her flight
But I opened a new fixing page, a new commenting box
She flies from my side, she climbs to reach the light
Suddenly she burns and she falls down to my run
 
I say to her, it’s a fake which you are dreaming
She says back I am a butterfly, you are a human being
In the void air of the room, I shake my hands
She is still flying, she denies my disturbance
 
They are two, rounding the light in a wedding style
I am down, watching how happy they look like
But I’m a human, I can’t know how does it feel
I’m a human, a human is a fake best from creative.
 
 
 
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