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Blue butterflies seek the open blue sky
In search of the seven colours of true love
Waiting for the new spring on their soft way
To come out from the nature’s secret cave.
The flower markets are ready to welcome
The spring with beautiful roses and also
With beautiful roses’ and champas’ rhyme
Thr honeyed lilies welcome it with arioso.
The blue butterflies looks for the reflection
Of their faces in the petals of blossoms
To inaugurate the festival of a silver season
Burning in blue flame chase its own dreams.
Intoxicated with the bakul flowers’ fragrance
That is floating in wind like restless waves
Wafts from the horizon the butterflies glance
Rushing into the blossomed springs’ wings.
The tender dreams of love that stirs the mind
Cann’t be shown and told what form it takes
When the seasons are not as gentle as a bud
Blue butterflies still be affectionate to flowers.
In somany unknown words with deep silence
Blue butterflies gossip with the blossoms
About the blue sky and love of seven colours
The spring will come with the love colours.
