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A poem about animals and humans merged in perspective. And no, it isn't anthropomorphism. Just read :)
Submitted:Apr 25, 2012 Reads: 16 Comments: 2 Likes: 1
It's a butterfly's duty to flutter
It's a bird's dance to flutter
It's a man's fear to flutter
explosion of a gunshot
is the most convienient
way to metamorphisise
man to butterfly.
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It's the tortoise's job to pace slow
It's the eagles eye to pace slow
It's the artist's hand to pace slow
Beauty of nature
is the most convienient
way to metamorphisise
man to artist.
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