There is a butterfly.. he steals stories from flowers and turn - TopicsExpress



          

There is a butterfly.. he steals stories from flowers and turn them to dreams.. he sits on my eye lashes and kiss my eye lids and whispers those dreams to me like summer breeze hits.. my eyes are heavy I cannot open them inside Im dreaming but sleep will never touch my breath Oh butterfly.... now please dont flyaway I dont wanna open my eyes I dont wanna sleep again I dont wanna stop dreaming if you wont ever touch me again...! -Shabboo
Posted on: Thu, 06 Feb 2014 01:38:06 +0000

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