Wounded Butterfly

Written by: Sandra Nguyen 

Come and fly with me butterfly

Fly high in the sky

Come and sit with me butterfly

On the tree top and listen to the wind's lullaby

Come and dance with me butterfly

Follow the rhythm and dazzling light of fireflies

The butterfly spread her wings and let out a heavy sigh

Where do wounded butterflies go when the moon and sun are sitting high?

 

© 2019 Sandra Nguyen 



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