A colourful butterfly
borne along and aloft
on the summer breeze
greeted the sun for
the luminescence around
the insect and wanted
to get a promise from
the bright object
'turn me into steel
so that I never melt'
'granted, ' said the Helios
the unique animatedness
challenged the heat
of the blazing star
which slowly started to cool off
plunging the planets into darkness
vows never to be transgressed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sun an butterfly, Nice imagination/dream, But it was like I had ice cream. Thanks a lot mam.
Thanks a lot. Beautiful comments Sir.