Butterflies flutter by,
With the wind chasing behind,
Flowers bloom proudly,
Colours emblazoned perfectly,
As the morning ray hits the grass,
The leaves dance,
Like a sparkling glitter on a floor,
Could you feel the warmth of the sun?
Could you feel the chill of the wind?
I can't.
Even with earth's pleasure i'm still stuck here,
Behind the rusty bars,
Behind those thick glass,
There i lay motionless,
Unable to feel.
I wish,this is all going to end.
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