I've seen the lives of butterflies wrapped tightly in cocoons of lies. So when will I a butterfly break free from my cocoon surprized? Then I can be what's really me and when my colors people see I'll float upon the currents free. Robert Barcus
Reason for writing:
This poem just came to me years ago....but looking back on it, I realize that all of us very are different on the inside than what we are on the outside.
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