Kiss it away

Theres a butterfly on your lips,

a vibrant jubilee of carnival colours,

flapping its wings red and white against the sting of the wind,

preparing for the sky.

A sky that swallows.

A sky where eagles flap tired wings,

there is a butterfly on your lips,

kiss it away.

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