Poetry from Qosimova Parizoda

Butterfly

The life of a butterfly is one day,
Isn't it hard for him?
Thinking of living one day after all,
Is not the biggest concern.

I thought once,
A butterfly has no heart.
Doesn't he cry?
It hurts even if he has a heart.

I have a question,
Don't come?
They are also each other,
I will hurt your hearts.


✍️ Qosimova Parizoda