From The Book Of Micro Poems Ink And Quill: Soul To Soul Heart To Heart By Anahit Arustamyan
The butterfly without wings is transparent.
Are the butterfly's wings in a surrealistic temple?
What makes the butterfly tremble?
''Yesterday I had my wings so light and tender.
Today I am not a butterfly but a dewdrop in the air.''
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