Youth is like a butterfly
flying by
before you can catch it
it has already flown away
its wings
forcing themselves upon the wind
it does not stay
upon the flower
for a very long time
it moves so very fast
dragging its beauty along
youth like that butterfly
it flies away!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dorsey, such a great write👍👍👍