Her eyes closed
Her head bowed
As the the world around her tumbled.
If there was an earthquake she wished it had taken her.
Or a flood to have washed away her pain.
But none occured,
But the tearing of a glowing heart.
Her monthly smile had faded to thin air
And her stomach was filled with dead butterflies;
Butterflies that used to flutter some ten months ago.
A page of her life had closed,
and as much as she wished to tear the page she could not forget romance.
Romance, the beautiful title of the chapter.
She opened her eyes,
A peaceful wind passed.
She became calm.
She smiled.
Thousand of butterflies hovered around her.
She turned a page,
She wrote new things.
She was hopeful.
Atleast she was alive...
And so were the butterflies.
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