My Bohemian Butterfly
Fly Away
Away from the world of the iron cage
A world where your garden wilts
The petals of your bud
Crushed beneath the cold stab of iron
Where your Love, Beauty and Freedom
Will never blossom
So fly away
My Bohemian butterfly
Fly to the place which exists not
But in the flutter of your wings.
Monday, August 17
the butterfly
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