' Vagabond '
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" I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . . "
Born to crawl at the ground nestled with grass and stones
Under-estimated to be just a simple legged-insect
To be at veneer, an engrossed delightful ala will come and appear from my side
Taught to possess allured chromatic colour - enrapturing fragrant pigments
Enchanting being came from within - from nowhere inside
Real captivating metamorphosis took place - wholly changed for the best
Fascinating dreams, daydreams and reality flow with the ticking of the clock
Living - giving its elegant splendid paint for the very last fall of petals in her home
Yelling...shouting - now an entrancing butterfly dreaming to be a HUMAN OF CHANGE
" Nothing's permanent except CHANGES...Practice makes not perfect but the
permanence of CHANGES. . . "
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