Butterflies of light, taunting my mind with their
effervescent reflections being mirrored in the soft
vibrations of tomorrow.
There's nothing being torn from within this being,
just the thoughts being generated as life spreads
itself thin.
Going across the pavement of my heart, leaving no
imprints or marks, for there are too many scars
covering it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem