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The Virgin Butterfly

It’s not a bird;
It’s never an ant;
When fleeing, we wonder its size
Its body’s colour sparkles like blue light
It was once a maggot;
nor identified and recognized
It visits thy decayed foods
It was rejected;
I guess, it’s on a mission to share the meal with me
And it got decayed;
It spent weeks in a refuse bin
Still yet not identified and recognized.

O Earth, O Sky, you are ours to roam
In liberty
I am the soul and I have no home,
I found my mate in your soul
Take care of me, soulmate

The virgin butterfly
You can fly
Even without their advise
You can fight
I share her love, always on flower
But none understands you as my lover

Aren’t we all like butters,
not aware of time.
Searching for partners or honey
until Death kisses us.
Then in her arms, tenderly rocked
waiting for a new chance
to fly away again
and join the dance
I still can’t believe you’re a
Virgin Butterfly
Till I die
My mission was to make your
Kingdom reign.

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