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I am folded
again and again
until creases form my body.
I have no defined shape
but rather the one given to me
by nimble hands
who fold me.
I was once a butterfly.
Someone found me
thought my colors too dull for my form
so they changed me.
I was then a crane
yet there was only one of me.
I wished to fly away,
find my brothers and sisters.
Instead I found the ground,
where I was left in silence.
Forgotten.
When she found me
I was broken,
torn corners and rough centers.
I felt disfigured.
But her soft hands
creased my edges,
folded my sides,
and made me,
me.
I am a flower.
Not a rose,
though I was full of love.
Nor a daffodil, bright in color.
But I was a flower,
loved by her hands.
I could wish for no more.
- by MaenadMagic |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/30/2012 |
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- Title: Paper Flower
- Artist: MaenadMagic
- Description: What I am now is not what I was before.
- Date: 12/30/2012
- Tags: paper flower origami change
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Comments (1 Comments)
- -IDebito- - 12/31/2012
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Nice poem.
Easy to follow and easy to understand.
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