Butterfly (Poetry)
When i was young
Extremely small
Just four or five years old
So I used to roam around with the flower of dome
And at the time of time, i used to smell it
I used to woo the butterflies,
I follow them for hours,
And makes them stunned
and sometimes
I would also catch one or two.
One day i like my friends
Crazed and paper
Made a small butterfly
And closed the butterfly in it.
I was very happy
But the next day that butterfly died
And I started crying
I dug a small tomb of my little butterfly
And buried it in it.
That butterfly still comes sometimes in my dream
I still cry a lot for it.
After that day
I did not hold any butterfly
No flowers broke
From that day I search
Breaks every house's house ...
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