like a butterfly
you rest on the evening star
...where you are resting afar
the song which holds our spirit kindred
live from day to night
Many struggles...
Many tears....
, , , , Many embraces
the joy of something grand
a cultivated harmonious friendship
...with no limits
...you are a friend without blemish
...you stole my heart
making my stand
...these dreams
...these thoughts of you
unexplained
...what say you of me?
my precious butterfly
don't fly far
...don't fly far
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Joy of something grand, great