The wind of life meets and separates us.
I fly and I come from the top of your love throne,
to combine the sting of my love with your beautiful pistil,
and the beauty of the color that blends with the beauty of my love wings.
Toward the fresh morning I approached my beloved,
and he hugged me in his beautiful petals.
On the day I kutorehkan and I read the poems of my longing,
then he smiled,
and waving his soul petals at me ....
Butterflies with wings that love does not give strength,
will not be able to fly from behind the foliage to see the beauty and majesty of love,
Where my soul and the soul of my beloved come together in every breath and the breath of eternity ...
When the wind stitches the verses of love,
The spirit of the universe that hears it will be bowed in a happy tear ...
While the wind is churning, and the heart is hurt ...
Butterflies fly along the lush gardens,
he saw the flowers brewing the infantile infantile soul ...
beautiful pistil will never hear ... when nature stumbles the verses of life ...
My lover,.....
I want you to know me as the beauty of butterflies that once trained in the dark ...
I want you to remember me as a creature that was once confined
in the shear clasp ....
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