You think you know how to live The Ladybug ...

You think you easily guess ...

You think you know everything better ...

And always with what you think ...

The Ladybug stumbles ...

The Ladybug is injured ...

The Ladybug is dying ...

Is The Ladybug dead ?

The leaves pet her ...

The wind blows her wound ...

The sun lights up her light ...

The rain refreshes her ...

The flower decorates her ...

She survives ...

Despite crawling ...

With the thunder's soul ...

Become The Queen of Ladybugs ...

by. Echi Poetry

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