It flies over the flowers,
And sits down on them,
It sucks their nectar,
And closes its wings,
Flies away on its way,
Sometimes folding,
Sometimes opening,
Its beautiful wings,
When I try to catch it,
It flies so swiftly,
Revolves around my eyes,
As if challenging,
I forget it all and stare,
And I fail to catch it,
I ask the god,
Why I don’t have that gift?
I wish I could be,
Colorful like butterfly,
Living in the gardens,
In the air I could fly.
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