She feels colours,
Sees love,
Smells achievement,
And hears a smile.
Finds bits and pieces of her in unexpected places,
Dances to the beat of her own drum,
Worships rose petals, red lipstick,
And maybe you.
She’s a brave caterpillar,
Alone in the cocoon,
Morphing into the beautiful butterfly.
Ahead of her time,
Yet right on time.
The only synesthesia worth having is this particular list of compassions.
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You’re a queen!
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I like your words, well written.
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Thank you.
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Fits so well with one I know and love. Thank you
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You’re welcome.
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What lovely words 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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“Dances to the beat of her own drum…”
Wonderful words. Why dance to other people’s drums, when you can beat your own drum, your style, your uniqueness
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Exactly! Thank you 🙂
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The lines, “She’s a brave caterpillar, Alone in the cocoon, Morphing into the beautiful butterfly” are simply superb. Thank you for posting this poem.
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Thank you for the kind words.
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Love your metaphors and similes… Amazing take
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Thank you!
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My pleasure
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Good one
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Thank you
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I love this!
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Thank you!
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