chrysalises,changing metamorphic,
becoming bright winged butterflies
glorying transient hours.
Impermanent flashy beings
ephemerally flashing metaphor
gone too soon with Summers flowers ere winter comes.
mortalities reminders
Butterflies are symbols of transformations. You have rightly observed nature. A brilliant poem is beautifully penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If we are born then we have to die, it's what we do in the middle that counts. Great poem.