in the early morning

when the sun is still drowsy

i enter the valley

and walk along the rainbow

where butterflies make the path

and  hold my hand

and brush the air

and show me the way

where i hear sighs

and see tears

drop.

where springs spring

and teardrops swallow the colors

where the colors sigh

and butterflies are born

where butterflies merge

in one

and the one is

the rainbow

and i walk along the rainbow

where butterflies make the path

and hold my hand

and brush the air

and show me the way

in the early morning

when the sun is still drowsy

in search of

my fallen sparrow

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