You were a dream

A beautiful dream
Thank you for letting me
Be a part of it
It was so light
As the wings
Of a glass-winged butterfly
I floated like a bubble
In your mysterious eyes
And we began a journey
To Fantasyland
But now I’m awake
The butterfly is no more
The bubble was bursted
And the dream is gone

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