A butterfly flutters past your face,
for a moment lands on a ruby-red rose
and I wonder about the love between you and me:
is it also so fragile and brittle?
Or is it as ample like the stars at night?
How love really is I cannot say.
Is life only moments of tears and laughter
in days caught in the hot summer sun?
We are but dust particles out of space
on an earth where everything living does teem,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem