A pair of green hands wrapped into the shape of wings.


Butterflies swarm across the room,

Colours of white, purple and blue

Where the window was open,

The curtains dancing for you.

Why are you so afraid?

With fire in your hands, anger in your heart,

Trying to chase everything away,

Then becoming angry,

When nothing would stay.

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