The last, the vey last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
perhaps if the sun's tears would sing
against a white stone...
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly 'way up high.
it went away I'm ure
because itwished
to kiss the world good-bye.
For seven week I've lived in here.
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don't live in here, in the ghetto.
Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942
Born in prague on January 7, 1921.
Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942.
Died in Aushchwitz on September 29, 1944.
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