In the city din and smoke, amidst the hectic crowd...
I chanced upon a white butterfly...
Where there were no flowers..All was loud
Yet, fluttering in joy, honestly like a lie
Lost in the busy world...Our love like the white butterfly...
Restless souls...
Like the twirling leaves in the wind...
That will to go with the wind...
Yet, the steady ground holds them in a bind
Restless souls...
Like my dress left to dry in the sunshine
Pinned safely to the clothes-line..
Though all it wills is a strong wind to fly and be outta line...