If ye cannot a caterpillar be
And change your old garment whilst still alive,
Nor deem death as a gift of grace for free—
What use in an all new dress to arrive?
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With verve and wings as butterfly to dare,
To soar the skies yon of all fear and pain,
And go places that ere out of reach were.
And look at man, cosy in crumpled skin,
Nor do they love old, nor new life begin........touching expression with nice essence. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
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With verve and wings as butterfly to dare, To soar the skies yon of all fear and pain, And go places that ere out of reach were. And look at man, cosy in crumpled skin, Nor do they love old, nor new life begin........touching expression with nice essence. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
I see that you visited this old poem of 2008, despite being a 'beautiful poem' as you said, gathering dust. Thank you so much dear KM.