My chest exploded with butterflies' joy...
There on my solitude rock
shreds of sky are piercing my skin
There on my bleakness rock
joy has conquered my being in a butterfly dance
I can cry my sorrow out
There on my freedom rock
Oh you, gods and goddesses
hear my thunder voice for last time
here on this blackened peak
at your shrine feet
dressed in the white gown of fairies
I decline all my powers
I humbly chose to be a mortal being
To dust to return
A butterfly sometime to fly
A tear
sometime to share
in the mists of forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem