Once I was walking on the terrace
I saw butterflies flying over the roses
I know once they were caterpillars
They were ugly and full of thrones
They shrank them selves in the cocoon
And they'll be a free butterfly soon
They made a sweet and green home
Where they're secure from every throne
You can think them coward, but no
They're just being ready, you know
They're being ready to spread the wings
Being prepared to feel all the little things
Don't call them introvert, don't call unsocial
They're future butterflies, sitting on petals
They're setting their mind, to take the nectar
To be beautiful, lovely, to be better. 🌿🦋
©adine
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