Colorful butterfly in the colors of the rainbow.
Unique in beauty, grace, virtue and glory.
Unique because of cold blood.
Possessor of a transitory life.
The pure fascination in magical eyes.
Fly spearding it wings with great agility.
Collects nectar of flower and pollinates.
The butterfly is the forerunner of diverse nature.
I get lost in its affection in the distant bluey.
In an unknown world of silence.
Where is she?
I search her desperately, at the edge of the infinite universe.
Not there either.
But what, in imagination?
Dear butterfly, you are undoubtedly heartwarming.
Your magical feelings move my being.
Maybe, an expression of the aesthetic beauty of love.
Oh butterfly, will you give me a place in the depths of your heart?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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