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The Butterfly

Updated on October 21, 2015
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I am no longer a grasshopper
who used to live in a muddy native shore.
No matter how hard I tried to hop,
I couldn’t make it that high.

Now that I have my desired wings,
I can fly and fly without broken wings.
I danced happily for I’m wild and free,
but my colours vacillate on leaves.

This May, the cloud is rather gloomy,
the wind whipped every window in the galley,
the thunder grumbles now and then.
the weather is extremely cold,
and so my flowers are dying this spring.

Whilst hiding and trembling,
I smell something terribly strong.
Regardless how far I am,
it doesn’t smells desirable
but that makes me too curious.

So I fly really quickly,
I fly up high against the dark-volt sky.
Suddenly, I’m trapped on this spider web,
I could barely move my body
but so stubborn and curious I am.

Now I see two opposite-narrow roads,
both have something red in them,
So I inspect them thoroughly,
Should I go this way with thousands folds of roses?
Or this way to unfold whose blood that stinks in my kind?


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      CrisSp 3 years ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

      I sense quite a confusion spinning from the writer's end. Could it be due to a transition in which a great deal of personal issues are concerned or simply undergoing a wave of emotional turmoil--a process we all go through at some point in our lives.

      Whatever it is, you've beautifully expressed your thoughts here. Well done!

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