With multiple colors of joy
In this garden-life.
See, here is the butterfly
Though not seen by my external eyes
It is within my mind like You.
I am giving a touch to this
Butterfly with these words
Available before me, read.
It is my faults that I am
Unable to catch the butterfly but
The words are as sacred as before, read.
I am transporting myself through
This butterfly to the blue sky
Where you are my eternity, please accept.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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