The Butterfly of the Night.
It soars.
It glides.
It flutters.
It flies.
The Butterfly of the Night.
It's delicate mouth sings,
With the moonlight on its wings.
The Butterfly of the Night,
Watches as I stumble
Through the forest.
I scream,
I cry.
I fall to the ground,
And there I lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very thoughtful poem. What happened to you? Did you just lie there? What ever it is, I give this poem a 10+