Butterfly Poem by Reza Ashofteh

Understand the state of the heart
Photo frame, not tilt
Butterfly is dry

This notebook is in your name
I write the happy and sad moments
Sometimes you're wandering, sometimes you're drunk

You're hunting with your camera
The moments pass like the wind
And we become memories of each other

You also write me in your mind
In those very distant and uncertain days
Remembering memories is heartbreaking

Maybe we are the victor in the field, in understanding friendship
We get used to the window and the pleasant air
That butterfly didn't know it would dry in your frame for eternity