Happy was me
With my little coloured wings
Flying from one petal to other
From father to mother.
......
But,
Grew when it
Breathe was covered with lid,
Restless...one and others...
Meaningless became the colours
No more love of the petals
No song of lovers.
.....
Small ones ran after my beauty
But, Today I am flying alone
Pierced and Sucked
But no more taste found.
.....
Happy was me
With my little coloured wings
Nothing resides with the growth
Empty handed it is...
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''HAPPY CAN BE ME, WITH MY LITTLE COLOURED WINGS''
.....(be little forever) ......
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BUTTERFLY SPOKE THE ALL AND ME JUST AT THE END
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good poem, full of thoughtful verses and emotions. all that is negative are to be converted to positive. thank you. tony