One Sunday Morning
The butterfly
Flying around in my tummy
Tickling my whole soul
Everytime i am thinking of thee
I wish you were here
Lying next to me
Telling me a story
About the leaves
Longing for the rain
There is one word
A word of mine
Searching for its place
Looking for ways
To enter a door
Maybe there, close to your heart?

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