Breakfast for Butterflies

Preface It is possible for a poet to walk and sleep alone, and he or she can also live alone. But, in my opinion, he or she cannot eat alone. That is why I sit on my balcony every morning and share my breakfast with the birds and the squirrels. Then, I often wonder what breakfast would be like for the butterflies that fly nearby. So, I have decided to create poems for butterflies to taste and enjoy. I am sorry if war has turned the flavor of my poetry collection in this book bitter. It has, after all, distorted my life . . . Faleeha Hassan