She
flies, flies away
spreading her small wings
between all the flowers
in the garden.
Because once she broke her
old home, and now she doesn't
walk on the ground any more
She's free
to come
and to
go.
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I would like to translate this poem
i like the title, for they are the most sensitive creatures, and i like how you described a butterfly, free. A free beautiful butterfly.