I was just going through my drawer and I came across the diary I had when we shifted to the city, I always start a diary with a poem or something, here’s how I started this one
Here’s and example, From a Butterfly Who on a tough, hard rock, Happy can lie Friendless and all alone, On this unsweetened stone Now let my bed be hard, No care take I – I’ll make joy like this, Small butterfly Who’s happy heart has power, To make a stone, a flower
P.s. I didn’t write it
this choice has a reflection of your own thoughts:)
Our choices always are, ey
you didn’t write it, but you could have
=P I won’t flatter myself though
Thanks =)