The body of the poetry

Cruel wind fails

To defeat the belief of the flower.

As she wears the veil,

She awaits the return path

Of the butterfly.

In the darkness of the night,

There occurs a union

Between the sky and the soil.

With the arrival of the sun

In the morning,

The sun jumps to return

To its boundary.

To listen to the song of the river,

The day becomes

Absent from the school class at times,

And because of this,

He scores less in the winter exam.

Opening her ravine hair in the garden of stars,

Evening hints to the moon

To exude its naughtiness.

Yes, finally, I inject love

Into the body of the poetry,

And she gives me everything

To become mine only.