Butterfly of dreams

I’m not ready yet
to utter the final words.
Lightning still
flickers in my soul.
Enough for passion
to burn and to
place flowers
next to the dead.

And I wait,
for first the
sun rays of the year.
To save a life,
just by seeing it.
And take me to you,
my butterfly of dreams.

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