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Jul 2014
I'm afraid
I shall never be that butterfly
which burst into flames of color
and was adored every hour
it lived its flitting life,
I am too wise,
to know I'm the caterpillar
that crawls through nature
in pain, it is never vain
to realize,
the day it is most treasured,
is the day when it dies.
Written by
Meenakshi Iyer  India
(India)   
521
   Timothy
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