the beauty of the
winged goddess of color
grace and movement
is witnessed by all
only after the violent
destruction or her
cocoon of innocence
I see only the perfect
butterfly whose each
move is artist expression,
fully enthralling
pulling us into the now,
wholly, completely, one, now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow truly magistical poem....Loved it.; ...10