The drizzle caught it by
surprise. That butterfly
Lay aslant and grounded.
Drenched in rain it floundered
With a limp wing. Then drop
By drip, by drop, by drip,
The tempest washed it out,
Mercy without.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very interesting poem. I like it. I was drawn to the title because I have a poem with a similar title. It's called 'Butterfly of Death' and I invite you to read it. Thanks.