Poetry
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the butterfly inside mewill keep flutteringuntil the sun sets in the east
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from the first scent of coffee in the mornthere’s an orange lightbrings the melody of rebirthas the sunbeam wandersaround the tableit spins its warmthto celebrate youthe one who’s steppingthrough the corridor of dreamsas the hope shines-to guide the wordsinto a room without noiseand fill the empty spacewith flowersbetween the cup and vasedaylight holds a blessingas…