In the garden two flowers can fall in love.Butterflies are the messenger of that love.Someone plucks a flower one dayButterfly comfort to say that flowers was born someone snatchedKnowing that we are plucked just because we are coloredStill on the plant in memory of that flower For living colorless flowers ...! Flowers - loversButterflies - PoemsKillers - SomeoneColorless flowers -? always with loveVijay Prasad.B