We all were caterpillars when we were born ,
And the time was like the fly that had passed away and sooner is going to pass .
People are bees never getting over their perceptions about you ,
Your dreams are like flowers ,
And you're the butterfly cherishing those flowers .
So next time whenever you remember life ,
Remember yourself as beautiful butterfly though you're hidden sides are imperfect, just like there's an insect behind the perfect beauty of butterfly.
Your childhood might not have been so beautiful life that of caterpillar but now you're grown up butterfly and you've wings but no tommorow!
Someday the life is going to end like the butterfly cycle and the only thing you've is present !
So embrace it with all of your heart and live to the fullest..
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
Poetry"Ink and Rhyme: A Teenager Poet's Diary", invites readers on a poetic journey through the tapestry of emotions woven by the passing seasons. From the tender innocence of childhood memories to the contemplative solitude of rainy days spent by the win...
