A candil burns in my room,
And a butterfly on the wall.
It waits until the night die down;
The butterfly on the wall.
It is a suspicion from shadow,
How many colors I saw,
It's me, it's me I know,
That butterfly on the wall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Don't worry some people try to scare other by yelling such things(I ve copyrighted the title) . Such people are jealous of one another's work. BUTTERFLY title does not comes under Copyright Act as this word is universal and not created by so called PETER LEBUHN. K E E P I T U P.