The butterflies fluttered in the warm air
Frangipani in all its glorious colors
Inviting as it may be the blue sky and the grass
Oh, how perfect can this be of a blissful existence!
I was convinced until you said that it was just a dream,
And there, didn't look me in the eye...
How far away you seemed, a line became a dot
My rapture vanished like the smoke.
