My imagination never surpasses,
The boundary of the telescopes,
So vast, huge and immeasurable lots,
Never have the perimeter to compress,
The butterflies in me may take a flight,
With the addition of love and pure love,
All the tools and toys I have collected,
Are the waste and have to be disposed,
With the star dust seen in the sunlight,
The cool moon light may shy away in distress,
When she is avoided with big black hole,
The depth of it may be a few nanometers,
Still, she doesn’t know the closeness,
Of our desire, so she runs away as usual.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
butterfly in me taking a flight, Lovely really.