This needs some work, but...
Two shadows: (I can't see)
It's a shade that flutters lashing wings
to the beat of a butterfly show
painted on the songs they sing
your aspirations dart and go.
Get back, fly away.
Ripples of the stream sigh and sway
inside my heart, becoming rain
the swirling storm grows
the center: silent as it glows.
Every droplet takes its shape,
black as your tears,
winged like the clouds
I swallow each one whole.
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