We had a jar with a butterfly.
We opened the lid and it flew to the sky.
And there are things inside my head
Waiting to be thought or said,
Dreams and jokes and wonderings are,
Locked inside, like a butterfly jar.
But then, when you are here with me,
I can open the lid and set them free.
~*Poems from the heart*~
I Don't Want to Live on the Moon
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