White Butterfly

Travelled so far,
‎ yet still distant.
‎ Bathe in the rain,
‎yet there’s tears.
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Did everything,
‎ yet stumbled still.
‎ That dream was too short,
‎ without the wind I flew.
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I broke my wings,
‎crossing above a river,
‎ Then it drowns the reality.
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‎My wings faded,
‎like how I got thrown from the path
‎ that wasn’t my own.
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I don’t have my wings now,
‎so I’m in the middle of nowhere.