Rainbow and a Boy

When I see an attractive flower,
I’ve become a boy again who
was looking up at a rainbow.
I don’t know what dream the boy dreamt that time, but
I haven’t accomplished anything.

I’ve turned into a butterfly and
I am dreaming.
Hungry butterflies would swarm like dung flies
around that gorgeous flower.

Beauty creates loneliness, I should say
Ah! A small crack could be provided for me
If I were able to touch the pistil
without being soiled by the stench of dung flies!

After decades,
the boy is still looking up at the rainbow.

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