In the rain
I watch the butterfly
Struggling to fly
With rain drops
Sticking to its wings
It has zeal
To look at the buds
Opening up with
Their essence and
The bee use them
To play as swings
Raindrops beat
Its soft wings and torn
Them into pieces
The bee loves the
Buds and rises up to
Put on it many kisses
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
METAPHORICALLY change butterflies like lovers ladies would do as we r men 2
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