A poem

Joy is a butterfly
Fluttering low over the earth
But sorrow is a bird
With big, strong, black wings.
They lift you high above life
Flowing below in sunlight and growth.
The bird of sorrow flies high
To where the angels of grief keep watch
Over death’s lear.
Edith Södergran (1892-1923)

 

A beautiful poem that stirs my soul…. What if I wrote it like this?

Sorrow is a butterfly
Fluttering low over the earth
But joy is a bird
With big, strong, black wings.
They lift you high above life
Flowing below in sunlight and growth.
The bird of joy  flies high
To where the angels of grief keep watch
Over death’s lear.

its sounds good too. I’ve never compared sorrow to a butterfly.. what an unusual thought.

 

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