A warm tear meets a cold cheek, as it slovely slides down.
I raise my hand to take it a way.
There is nothing left to do-
I cant live without you.
A yellow butterfly is flying gentely in the air.
The ray’s of the sun are reflected back out from it’s shiny wings.
I take a step back from the grave as I see.
Hope is there to rescue me.
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