My whole world appeared tremendously dim
after I suffered craving seeds to grow
found shelter above the pollen of a prim
isn't as precious as a white rose like snow
but offers safety in indigo nights
and spreads love at sunny days
with its reddish-yellow bud
made of shining shimmering blossoms
while butterflies manage to escape storms
after they crawl out of their homes
leaving the cocon once it was another creature
pure believing in their brightest future
the caterpillar grinned with its greatest laugh
cause it knew
he won't be led down the primrose path
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Born be a moonchild
PoetryHello my darling! You made it to my poetry collection. I'm starting off with a bunch of self-written poems in order to come out of comfort zone. Feel free to comment your opinions on my writing and also write down your thoughts / interpretations. Al...
