KILLING BUTTERFLIES.
I went for a drive the other day and while I was driving away from home I ran through this swarm of butterflies.
And that's when I decided that maybe I didn't want to be a writer.
And that maybe I'll never be who I want to be.
And it wouldn't be so bad.
That's when I decided to kill all those butterflies.
When I could've turn the wheel or even just stopped the car.
Because weirdly enough, the street was empty except for me and those soon to be dead butterflies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great Poem!