No need touch butterfly’s colorful wings by hand. Even not by child’s innocent finger very dearly. They can decode easily heart’s language- the cause and effect of evergreen love. Even if butterfly look through sun-glass, the nature remain as it is. In conclusion butterfly is butterfly.
No need touch butterfly’s colorful wings by hand.
The ray of millions sorrow burn me. Yet i can enter in the aesthetic home deep inside made of blue moonlit and shade of shade-tree. In my breath butterfly love- I know-
No need touch butterfly’s colorful wings by hand.
Tinny grass not the shade-tree. Butterflies not to touch. They are to look at, they are to touchlessly touch by mind’s eye, they are to store in heart very dearly. How your love restlessly dance alone, whom you seek dear! In my breath butterfly love- I know-
No need touch butterfly’s colorful wings by hand.
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