Until the heart finds its yearning,
rest eludes, though a thousand efforts are turning.
A profound bond, deeply entwined,
between death and desires of the mind.
Fear of the end, a driving force,
to fulfill all wishes, charting life's course.
Unknowing that death, a seamless thread,
is woven through life, from birth to bed.
Even death, a part of us, we plead.
Like butterflies, this restless soul,
a story the heart will extol.
Whispers arise, soft and low,
carried on winds where the wild flowers grow.
Dancing and swirling, in meadows so bright,
like butterflies taking flight.
In robes of color, the flower's plea,
to the wind's embrace, wild and free.
Stolen fragrance, lost in a haze,
seeking bliss in life's intricate maze.
Of buds and gardens, a vibrant span,
like butterflies, this fleeting plan.
Soaring high, a butterfly's quest,
to touch the sky, and to be blessed.
Drunk on the dream, forgetting the way,
lost in the clouds, come what may.
Ensnared and lost in the heavens above,
like butterflies, yearning for love.
Whispers arise, soft and low,
carried on winds where the wild flowers grow.
Dancing and swirling, in meadows so bright,
like butterflies taking flight.
Like butterflies, this restless soul.
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