There was a time in my life
when beauty means something special to me
when I was 10- 12 years old
I got up early every morning and make my bed
one day, I saw my parents
chasing the hundreds of butterflies,
I can back to my room and look one butterfly who had just been to the larger paper
it was still pinned by the one wing,
Finally, it's wing broke off and fell to the ground.
I picked up the torn wing and the butterfly.
I have kept it on my palms.
Slowly, I put my hand over butterfly.
Some tears came out from my eyes.
A little water scattered on the steps.
I kept that butterfly there....
I left her there for an hour
And I went inside the room
when I came back it went away.