Into the world of poetry, she delved,
Sometimes reading, sometimes writing;
It was cathartic,
Helping ease her pain.
Her sorrow dripped slowly into the pages.
It gave voice to her happiness:
Distracted her, absorbed her,
Gave her solace, contentment, peace,
Enriched her mind, colored her dreams,
Changed her philosophy of life.
Into the world of poetry, she delved,
And from a larva, became a butterfly.
Another delightful and true poem. I wish more people would write good poetry.
Yes! Poetry has that rarest power: to make a beautiful butterfly with large colourful wings from a tiny little crawling larva. But the Golden door opens to the chosen few
Beautiful poetry Ruta, The transformation from a larva to a butterfly is amazing.....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, reading and writing bring peace and happiness. Beautifully composed. Nice share.