Last evening,
I almost stepped on
An empty, cold cocoon
Left by a butterfly
and paid deep homage.
It tells delicious stories
Of liberation.
Celebrate my friend,
Celebrate.
Any flowing towards yourself
Is a homecoming.
and forgive
Anything that makes
you forget
You’re breathing –
Anyone that Stands between you
And a fresh scent of the Sky.
Badly Wants your
dissolving hugs –
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