wildrose

  In her haste to enjoy light; The butterfly swirled out of her cocoon Darkness was scary, it seemed like ages  "Let me push myself out, I wont live here anymore"        There were roses outside; charming and lovely        They were fragnant, and their honey delicious        Thats what she heard, but non warned about the thorns        Out she came, her eyes on a red radiant rose   Indulged in its beauty and aura Out of thirst, she yearned for the rose  To be loved, pampered and nourished  Her pain and sorrow will soon fade away        As she flew towards, she felt a pricking pain         Her wings are being pulled, and now her pretty wings torn        She is now caught among the thorns .. Fear gripped her, She cannot fly anymore... The other butteflies flying above her with pity She looked at herself; at her deform...