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Butterfly Wings
Contributed by
StoneAngel
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Monday, 11th September 2006 @ 10:07:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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Trapped in this cacoon
I struggle to breat free
Bound and wrapped
in bonds, forever tightning
I struggle to get free
but something pulls at me
Dragging me back
Into my cacoone
It seems to me
That I will never
Grow wings
To soar above
On wings of gold and purple
Oh, why has fate
Dammed me so
To have broken wings
I do not know
Will my wings
Ever heal
Or am I cursed
To stay grounded
In my little caccon
Who knows?
Not I
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StoneAngel
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2006-09-11 22:07:09]
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Re: Butterfly Wings
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by Silent-No-More on
Monday, 11th September 2006 @ 10:16:25 PM AEST
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A relatable pondering for many readers, I suspect. Ah, but wings are funny things... they come in accordance to a schedule that is theirs alone and sprout sometimes when one least expects them to.
And... with a hope that you don't mind so much... I might gently suggest that you use the 'check spelling' option when posting. The spelling errors do have a negative impact on one's enjoyment of the piece sometimes, I'm afraid.
~Snem
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Re: Butterfly Wings
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 11th September 2006 @ 10:28:19 PM AEST
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I read a quote the other day that your write
has reminded me of ..
"what the caterpillar sees as the end,
the world sees as a butterfly"
Maybe the caterpillar in you isn't as ready for
the end as the butterfly in you is ready for those
wings .. A cocoon encases us with protection
while we ready ourselves to accept those wings
we so desperately want to try out. An exercise in
patience and before you know it, the sun is
warming those new wings, and awaiting the
very first flight into the heavens ...
Thought-provoking and beautiful write.
~Breezy
(who is in total agreement with spell-checking! Yup yup!! A GOD-send some days) |
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Re: Butterfly Wings
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by angelrae on
Thursday, 21st September 2006 @ 12:29:57 PM AEST
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| A wonderully expressed poem. I love your analogy of the butterfly. I believe that each one of us will become a beautiful butterfly when it is our time. Then we shall fly. |
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