they
try to place me in
pretty boxes
place shackles of steel on my wrists
but no rope can hold me back
from transforming into a butterfly
place shackles of steel on my wrists
but no rope can hold me back
from transforming into a butterfly
- Written for Twiglets #230 - no rope
Wonderful poem, Arcadia!
ReplyDeleteLovely! 🦋
ReplyDeleteEqually unconstrained is my praise for this fine, concise work. Well done, Caterpillar!
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