As They Fly

Her favorite animal was a Butterfly.

A Scarlet mormon.

Just like her.

She's as pretty as a Scarlet mormon.

Especially when she's spreading her wings and wandering the beautiful landscapes.

The uniqueness in every detail of her body.

The limit of her fly was how high her dream was. Just like a Butterfly, she's free, majestic and full of life.



But you'll never knew when they'll fly away and wither like a flower petal.

One moment she's at rest and then suddenly, leaving in a hurry like on a run.

Flying away, fluttering their wings majestically and slowly fading in your sight.




How I wish I can hold her more.



Or just see her for one second and appreciate her more while she's here.



A heartbreaking thought that she's gone before anyone gave her the appreciation that she deserves.