Trust The Process, will Makes Fly High Poem by Alex Reddy

Trust The Process, will Makes Fly High

In the middle of spring, a caterpillar blooms in,
Everyone feels vulnerable to see her,
the ugly caterpillar found herself spiky.
Nobody finds her solace,
Her dreams drown out down,
Her mate's set to fly.
She end up with herself sad to not be glide.
She was exiled from the season,
Resurgence herself from the past,
Setup and overhaul to bring her thought,
After a turmoil phase, achieved the dream of race,
Open the wings to fly,
represent herself as a adorable butterfly.

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It's explores around transformation
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