A sad song without music for a rural Butterfly!

I call you Pinky!
For the pink spots on your transparent heart.
How do you bear my pains & cries
With your soft wings?
I am sure it's hard to fly
From the village to town.
A long journey!
I wish you all the best.
But do not forget this sympathize ecliptic face
That covers with dark clouds?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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