It is the butterfly
That is there
And not the star.
Am I not a star?
Here I am,
Test me with fire.
It is the air, here
My dear, that is
Ready to tell
Through the ware,
And that is ready
To take us anywhere.
We should be more careful
And ready to move.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem