In my palm lies a butterfly
with wide wings
beating so fast.
It wants to fly
far, far away
to loose itself
in the unlimited sky and borders of imagination.
But I am keeping it tight
in my hand,
stealing its life,
its freedom,
without a breath,
condemning it to a bitter living
in the never ending tragedy line...
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