King Kendrick

King Kendrick short poem

Uploaded by Maxwell Shaw


The Butterfly has awoken

And rightfully emerged from his cocoon

What makes it so beautiful is

Not the wings or image

Of itself

But the beauty of its flawlessness

Mindset in this breath

Taking shattering world

It already being so beautiful

Finds beauty in life and us

With hands around the world

The butterfly still breathes

Love and sends off hope

Peace is still here

And alive but like the elegant piece

will we awaken?

and arise or just fly to die….

Shine never blind

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