Firefly

Reddas (Кейтлин А.)
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6 авг. 2015 г., 20:38

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There is a firefly

right above me

Clipping its wings,

wings like butterfly,

shining the way,

waiting fоr me...

And whenever you're

you will see yours,

clipping its wings,

wings like butterfly,

shining for the time

we were together

And held "forever"

in our hands,

in our dreams,

in this dream,

in this "forever"

We used to touch the sky

used to write our story

Now we look at the sky

And are searching for glory...