Keep them away

Listen, butterfly,
there's a story
I should've told.

My feeble life
is not just glory,
it's bitter and cold.

There's been a time,
of pain, blood and tears
and then you came.

Now, I sense the rhyme,
there it humbly peers,
and nothing's same.

I devote you, this magic,
of words, their sounds,
oh I need you to stay.

With you, life's not tragic,
scare the sadness hounds,
at least for one another day.

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