Where do you sleep, butterfly?

I only see you flying away high

The way you are hiding from this

-hustle bustle

Is interesting and enigmatic

You can count on me

Tell me where you go

I will keep it in my heart

For I want to taste the pleasure

Of keeping secrets

Come back again tomorrow

Taste the fresh nectar from my flowers

You are my company

The aid of my loneliness

By Ishara Nimeshi

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