Monday, January 26, 2015

Written for Magpie Tales with apologies or carving the photo up!




When our lives end
we simply die.

But a caterpillar
becomes a butterfly

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10 comments:

  1. Theresa Milstein26 Jan 2015, 01:50:00

    Good point! I love what you did with the butterfly.

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  2. Truedessa26 Jan 2015, 01:54:00

    Very creative with the picture..life changes as a caterpillar morphs into a butterfly. I like to think we just don't die that we enter another phase in the journey.

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  3. Gail26 Jan 2015, 04:44:00

    Platinum in its simplicity and truth.

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  4. Gillena Cox26 Jan 2015, 06:02:00

    Luv the effect of contrast you for insulted in the photo, compliments the point of your poem, nicely done

    Much love...

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  5. Jinksy26 Jan 2015, 09:32:00

    Love what you did with the image, as well as the words you gave us to ponder. :-)

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  6. Misky26 Jan 2015, 16:51:00

    Lovely thought

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  7. Fireblossom26 Jan 2015, 18:34:00

    Carved up? I love what you did with the picture.

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  8. restlessjo26 Jan 2015, 19:23:00

    While I'm waiting for the page to load, I keep being distracted by Samos in your sidebar :)

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  9. restlessjo26 Jan 2015, 19:23:00

    While I'm waiting for the page to load, I keep being distracted by Samos in your sidebar :)

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  10. Tess Kincaid27 Jan 2015, 20:08:00

    Absolutely.

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