When flowers cry, they give a decade of butterflies
What did you think of butterflies flying with flowers?
I was trampled by the wind
The butterfly came too late to meet me
I cried that night too when he cried
A butterfly appeared to me in captivity
I made a flower out of colorless paper
He put butterfly on it too with love
Hi, what do you know about the scratches?
How hard it was that we earned the butterfly
Did I bury my dead alone?
The news of my death came later
Once you made that last letter
The letter burned, but we saved the butterfly
About the Creator
ishfaq hussain
Poetry is a type of literature based on the interplay of words and rhythm. In poetry, words are strung together to form sounds, images, and ideas that might be too complex or abstract to describe directly.
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