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When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes I imagine myself being a butterfly,
Touching the roses in the orchard
flying over the valleys
remincising the childhood days, grandmother telling me the stories that small incident makes my life
imagining that she is adoring me.
Mother while holding her photograph with grandma, remincising when she was young, she had a injury on her head , In the hot nights of midsummers grandma made a fan with her own and keep giving mother comfort for the whole night without sleeping for 2-3 weeks.
left is only blackout
Ahh! I can't become a butterfly alike my grandma can't born again.
© Divs
~ Read till the end~
Touching the roses in the orchard
flying over the valleys
remincising the childhood days, grandmother telling me the stories that small incident makes my life
imagining that she is adoring me.
Mother while holding her photograph with grandma, remincising when she was young, she had a injury on her head , In the hot nights of midsummers grandma made a fan with her own and keep giving mother comfort for the whole night without sleeping for 2-3 weeks.
left is only blackout
Ahh! I can't become a butterfly alike my grandma can't born again.
© Divs
~ Read till the end~
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