B u t t e r f l y


She is like the butterfly...
soft
shiney & independent
on her own world 
she never thought to harm
she never looked back
she kept moving like the butterfly
from one flower to another
despite of being so beautiful
she never ever the self-importance
she kept spreading the love
from one heart to another.

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