Today they sit in between delicate flowers, with a handsome musician sitting in the front row, smoothly moves his finger on the string, plays loud Gypsy swing. The music sometimes mellow, sometimes happy, just like the life I have since I moved to this city. As if this moment is not unreal enough, a yellow black strip butterfly swings down with wind and lands on the flower at my foot, takes off again to the high green tree top. My eyes follow it as if my soul is flying away.
Today they sit in between delicate flowers, with a handsome musician sitting in the front row, smoothly moves his finger on the string, plays loud Gypsy swing. The music sometimes mellow, sometimes happy, just like the life I have since I moved to this city. As if this moment is not unreal enough, a yellow black strip butterfly swings down with wind and lands on the flower at my foot, takes off again to the high green tree top. My eyes follow it as if my soul is flying away.
farmertotoro 2 years ago