The Spirit speaks through the eyes.
The little butterfly of the heart
kisses the little corners of the soul
and rediscovers the smiling innocence.
The Spirit speaks through the eyes.
Dear Antony, The butterfly taste the heart of the flower. u r so sensitive to like buterfly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who is this little butterfly of your heart! ! is it God or human being? ? ? ? short but thought provoking are your poems