December 4, 2010 - 7:00am — quadraptor
In my early years I was a caterpillar.
I wanted the world for my own.
I had dreams but never thought they'd come true.
So I gathered and ate all that I could find.
I was greedy and selfish.
One day, I hid myself from the world.
I secluded myself from those around me.
I fell into a state of depression.
The cocoon wrapped and concealed me.
I did not want them to see.
And then I broke free from the sorrow.
I now could fly and fulfill my dreams.
I no longer took but gave instead.
The beauty of my soul was painted on my wings.
I became an inspired butterfly.
i love the last verse.
I admit that once again, I
Thanks, I thought about this one on the way to a class today.
Good idea. I feel like we go
I feel like we go through these cycles not just once, but many times in our lives.
I don't strive to be the best, but instead I strive to do my best, and always give it my all every time.
-faunet
I love butterflies they are
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Mhmm! I love the variety of
Blue Morpho Butterflies have become one of my favorites. I love the design on the bottom of their wings, and the top is even more beautiful.
This reminds me of a poetry
I'd actually really like to
I do sometimes read classical works, not often but if there's something that interests me in them then I'll give it a try. I'm a fan of Dante's Divine Comedy, although I have only read Inferno and about half of Purgatorio. And I do like some of Shakespeare's work, Macbeth, Richard III, and Henry IV being a few favorites.
"Death hath struck so fat a deer to-day"
Edit - Ordered a copy of Metamorphoses online.