I thought it was a butterfly;
But it wasn't.
Just a shadow of something flying;
I tried to glance at it
but in vain.
Now I dream it.
It's still a shadow of something,
Which I can never see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shadow of something flies as wisely we think of this we know. Wise and interesting sharing with imagery....10
Thank you for the comment. I still haven't caught it.