blue butterfly
so blue fluttering alone
hovering on my yellow green leaf
and stopping for a while
on my shiny, brown twig
tell me if i am smooth
just tell me if
if am good
then leave
blue butterfly
do not ask if my heart is real
do not ask if you can have it
i do not have a heart anymore
for you see i am just this
tree, this twig, this leaf
but blue butterfly
if ever i have a heart
please
do not ask about it
i give it to no one
i am smooth
i am too good
to be owned by
someone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
me- blue butterfly, hovering over, will not ask real of heart, quality of attribute not to be controlled/possessed tho shiny smooth nice- to good to own...but how you do share yourself w/ me- blue butterfly nice 10