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Stories, I Hear You
I am not a storyteller,
but so may I speak.
Floating over the water,
looking through the clouds,
the Sun's ray, leaked.
Then a sudden,
when fallen over my cheeks,
a butterfly flapping its wings,
touched the soil between...
but so may I speak.
Floating over the water,
looking through the clouds,
the Sun's ray, leaked.
Then a sudden,
when fallen over my cheeks,
a butterfly flapping its wings,
touched the soil between...
