I am the butterfly with the ragged wings
Tossed about on the autumn winds
Air so cold, I might just shatter
But no one cares because I don't matter.
Weak and weary, all my energy spent
I mean to land for just a moment
But my body is frozen. It refuses to fly
And with this last icy gust, I succumb and die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Great poetry, Caroline Ann. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.