I want to be the butterfly.
I want to fly high in sky.

I look with heavy heart?
Towards the shining moon.
Without saying anything.
I rejoice quite very soon.

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Even if:
There's noise around.
Even when the birds are singing
or maybe crying.

I get drowned each time in ocean of silence,
When I can't feel the voice inside,
When I can't hear the noise in eyes.

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I don't think of all the misery ,
but of the beauty that still remains...
~Anne Frank~

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You have to let go of,
Everything that wasn't true.
It's like losing a part of inside.
It's like accepting the pain you have,
Like accepting the heartache.

But it won't leave you like pain.
It will stay with you.
And you'll feel relieved.

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The moon cries.
Longing for her,
Belongings?
The light or maybe the charm.
Or maybe the day.
Or the night.


When the birds go back to nests.
Owls go for hunt.
The stars go around moon,
They tell her,
Their stories of far away land.

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The drowned emotions,
In an ocean;
Where I see people,
Have thrown their hearts;

On the shore,
I see those people who have,
Lived so much In their heads.
That they've lost their mind.

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Dream.

A dream is yet to born.
A dream is yearning to be born.
I our eyes.
I our lives.

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We'll want to be understood.
But no one wants to understand...

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A proof,
Nothing is permanent.
It shows that the daylight won't last,
And night won't too last.
The darkness will end, light will come.
It proves that beauty is not only:
In light and lustre.
It's in purples and blues too.

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\\Truth\\

What is a truth:

If it is not, the same hallucination
experienced by many humans.

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