There's a fine poem on the loose,
So casually floating in the air.
I quickly grab my large poetry net,
Elusive innocence I will ensnare.
A poem about beautiful butterflies,
Oh my! The stark irony of it all.
Now pride of place in my collection,
The colourful centrepiece of my haul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem