Those butterflies they fly away,
Why, when there's so much to say,
With tanted wings, and hearts of gold,
The colour stays and goes.
Those butterflies, are just like me,
We fly away to be free, but
With colour outside,
The beauty we show, is not
Inside this heart of gold.
Those butterflies those were the day,
When i could fly away.
Written 6th Febuary 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem