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White Chasing butterflies Lost in love's revolvin

White Chasing butterflies Lost in love's revolving door, a Monday merry-go-round, New faces, fleeting flutters, a love that never found Its roots, its depth, its solace, just surface, bright and brief. One day, the need for something more, a heart to bring relief, Arose, but all the partners, like phantoms, slipped away, Leaving her with emptiness on that lonely, shadowed day. For in this whirlwind romance, the focus went astray, Lost in the thrill of newness, love that wouldn't stay. Now echoes of past Mondays mock her in the lonely night, The truth, a heavy burden, love's not a passing light. In chasing fleeting pleasure, she missed the one, you see, The constant star that shines when Mondays cease to be. ©Biswajit Tripathy #SAD #btbytess
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