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Butterfly Dreams

If you see me zoned out,

On a Monday morning,

Smiling to myself,

And humming a love song,

Then I must definitely be day-dreaming,

About your hands in mine,

As we walk through a forest,

With dry leaves crackling under our feet,

Bird songs leading our way,

Amidst the curtain of pretty yellow butterflies,

To a waterfall,

Where only peace prevails,

And poetry rules,

Smiles lingering on our faces forever,

And laughter echoing from the bright blue sky.

So, when you see me there,

Leave me there,

Because, here neither are you,

Nor the butterflies.

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