Thinking of You
When you bloom in my garden,
My wounds will be given wings,
Colorful dotted wings,
They will be reshaped into butterflies!
When you twinkle at my sky,
Pains will hide in the forest of clouds
Smooth feathers of rain
kiss the roots of my soul!
When you sit on my shore,
The waves will dance,
Rush to touch the petals of your feet.
A cool breeze will hug me silently.
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