Butterfly

I see pain and sorrow around me.

I see a newspaper on the ground, only talking about death and tragedy.

I fold the paper into a butterfly and then set it free.

I want something nice in the world, for everyone to see.

Reviews

[Jorge Martinez]

I like your poem, it's very concise and goes to the point. Not so crazy about the word "nice" in the last line (it raises no passion in me). Thanks,