I am a butterfly wing
Softly flitting from flower to flower
As peaceful as a dove.
My voice echoes lightly through the trees
“Coo-roo-coo-coo.”
I hear raindrops dripping off the leaves
Washing the ground like fresh laundry.
Like a petal I unfurl
But brown and brittle like a leaf
On a branch I glide to the ground
And land
On wet ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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