Once a butterfly
I was once a butterfly,
fragile, delicate
almost drowned
by the downpour,
almost flattened
in the torrents,
my essence almost framed.
If you could see me now,
you, who tried to burn
my paper wings,
no longer a butterfly,
but an eagle
soaring, flying high
over the mountain tops.
fragile, delicate
almost drowned
by the downpour,
almost flattened
in the torrents,
my essence almost framed.
If you could see me now,
you, who tried to burn
my paper wings,
no longer a butterfly,
but an eagle
soaring, flying high
over the mountain tops.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| killea: | Vrijdag, februari 03, 2012 07:18 |
| another Gem from you pen xx june |
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| Zo Gezegd: | Dinsdag, januari 31, 2012 19:10 |
| Thank you guys :) | |
| balance-bianca86: | Dinsdag, januari 31, 2012 16:26 |
| graag gelezen | |
| hs: | Dinsdag, januari 31, 2012 11:59 |
| Mooi geschreven. | |
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| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 januari 2012 | ||
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