A Man
The red glow of her eyes seeks truth.
The twisted lips of glory has became rude
And the hair is the place where I sail
But sank after a while.
The beauty of her is scaring me,
The beauty of her is sparing me.
The colour of her skin is the same as mine.
She's a human so, she's good and fine.
Her watching the butterflies fly so beautifully.
Me seeing her smile as she watches the butterflies fly so beautifully.
Her being impatient and trying to chase them.
Me sitting thinking about how I saw the child inside of her getting curious.
As she moved slowly towards the flowers
It suddenly began to shower.
Her being gentle and protecting the butterflies.
Me being a man trying to protect my wife.
(Sound of opening an umbrella in the rain that suddenly turned faster)
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