A butterfly beats it’s wings
and a gentle zephyr,
rising over half a world,
brings the tsunami
You flutter your eyelids.
Lashes flickering
against your tranquil stare,
and I gladly drown.
Like they say, it's a game of inches and little things mean a lot. Good job, Richard
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I would like to translate this poem
how quickly things can change in an instant...so simply said.