By Kumori Ookami
I knew there would be a day,
When I'd be to old to have fun and play,
When the Butterflies would fly away,
When my hair would start to gray,
so I have lived through those years,
and got past most my fears,
what you said I could barely hear,
and word of my dead lover hits my ears.
thats why I brew my Butterfly tea of tears.
When I'd be to old to have fun and play,
When the Butterflies would fly away,
When my hair would start to gray,
so I have lived through those years,
and got past most my fears,
what you said I could barely hear,
and word of my dead lover hits my ears.
thats why I brew my Butterfly tea of tears.
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Love the drawing...
Love the poem.
=)