Augury

My intuition told me, don't fall in love, but The yellow butterflies arrived as an omen of that love, they fluttered as if my stomach were their garden. He was going blindfolded straight into the ravine of his arms. My heart burst with madness, omen of that love. Today you are only the essence of my memories, a smile and a tear, and my intuition told me, don't fall in love.