Beautiful butterflies

no more I find you flying arround my home

O' dear little angels

where have you gone?

I miss you

I love you

come back to me

my garden


without you

the flowers are sad

plants look bad

I feel depressed

beauty of garden

seems undressed

industrial waste has turned

the soils black

mom say's

now you won't come back


hurdled in a corner

I cry n cry

till my eyes go dry!





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