Winged Poem by Christine Austin Cole
Winged
It’s time.
There’s no turning back once
you’ve looked yourself in the eye.
Unspoken bravery, counts.
A regurgitated universe
is still a universe, after all –
and the kitchen sink it fell in,
that assembly hall for lost souls,
becomes the reason why.
Bite the damn sky.
It ain’t gonna bite back.
Trust me.
Butterflies are only wicked
if you look at them
the wrong way.
I liked this piece of yours Christine, i got the feeling of don't mistake kindness for weakness from it. great job 10+ best wishes Jon.
Butterflies are only wicked if you look at them awesome- rehan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 2:24:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This vividly worded argument on (perhaps?) the merits and misgivings of inevitable transformation caught my eye! If I may take the liberty (and, with hope, not sound offensive) : Lepidoptera of the world, unite!