As the butterfly takes its wings
and in such fluidity sings.
And how that song a heart doth break
and in assention breath doth take.
Oh, and how the air, the air it shone
to feel that beauty, papillion.
soaring now pure poetry here image into image sweet air breath too the time for freedom to come into its own a fine poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Phil Amazing poetic style here, well done