pink butterflies
in the blue sky
over a city that goes up in flames.
I laugh
is pleasure flying, and I have the silver wings.
hello moon,
some days I cry with you.
But then I line-up my planets
and color them purple.
For fun.
...And when the flowers speak,
after they have fallen
from the ashes of the shining stars.
light.
Take my wings for freedom
while the rose petals color my sleep from eternity.
run away, run.
pink butterflies
in the blue sky
over a city that goes up in flames.
