Apr 06, 2023 | Rating : | Written by Roxana Balaban
Dead Butterfly Read Count : 125

Category : Poems

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Your love is a kite, 
It lifts me above the clouds.  
Your words are high waves, 
They drive this black rain away. 

 My love is like a dead butterfly,
 I drowned with the hatred
 I hated myself with; hate on.

 My love moistened the eyes
 That looked at me in love.
Your love dries up rivers of pain,
 Hate is the only language I've learned...

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