Butterfly she is...

Ruqayyah Jkh

The story of a butterfly.. When i first met her she was half way flapping her wings.. Then i, as a hurricane i took her with me.. Sometimes making her see wonders.. Sometimes showing her chaos.. She is one of those rare ones.. Wise like a wolf.. Patient like a sheep.. Understanding like a dolphin.. Smart like a fox... Ambitious like a shark.. Fierce like a lion.. Then,one day my hurricane took it slowly away.. She took shelter in her cocoon... What she doesn't know is her worth.. A butterfly isn't born to stay in her cocoon.. She has to fly.. She has to show her magnificent colours first to herself then to others & trust those strong wings of hers.. She can fly again.. She is enough.. She has what it takes.. She is stronger than she thinks.. She is my butterfly.. Fly,fly,fly high in the sky.. You can go through that hurricane.. I believe in you..

2018-09-17 15:44:06

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Ruqayyah Jkh

@Visha i do...a lot...😍😘😗😙😚

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2018-09-17 15:47:40

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Ruqayyah Jkh

@deadone thnk u dear..❤

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2018-09-17 15:48:01

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STELLA RAYMOND

Just speechless

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