Beo Nguyen - First love

One day you stand in the end of your road
Wind breeze, carrying far away your hope
Your time has past
You want to leave the place that God deplores
In the dark, I'm waiting for a miracle
And an unusual thing that I wished for
Blooming an unusual night flower
In which you might be a butterfly
And I saw you passing
Out of my palm
My butterfly has gone
Time will pass by and another will settle
People said
But no one like you
I know
My first love.

Beo Nguyen

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