Every moment of the dusk changed it’s colours, like crayons scribbled on a blank canvas. this was a forever changing place, a place of dreaming, where the butterflies played resonating music for the children of the flowers. I had forgotten, that i was lost in this secret place, where time slips by quickly. I had turned from grey to dust, and now their music rests in me for all eternity.
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