Posts Tagged ‘beauty in the broken’

Do they ever remember back,  I wonder, the cocoon,  the struggle,  how long they waited in the wings for the final flutter that sprung them free? And now,  in the dying light of day,  do they ever miss the new of their bright,  torn wings? Or is it even sweeter now with their jagged wisdom, the freedom hard won. I let my eyes join their gentle dance, dipping delicious across…

Do they ever remember back,  I wonder, the cocoon,  the struggle,  how long they waited in the wings for the final flutter that sprung them free? And now,  in the dying light of day,  do they ever miss the new of their bright,  torn wings? Or is it even sweeter now with their jagged wisdom, the freedom hard won. I let my eyes join their gentle dance, dipping delicious across…