when she transformed into a butterfly,
the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty
but of her weirdness.
they wanted her to change back
to what
she had always been
but
she
had
wings.
- BUTTERFLY by Dean Jackson
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Sprinkles
Poetry«rainbow sprinkles. they are what make the word go 'round. literally. i'm well aware. a world without rainbow sprinkles is a world without happiness» ~L.M. Augustine a little collection of thoughts, poems, and quotes. © phoebe h. 2014 [co...
