dormant
behind the curtains of time
reviving the relict
forlorn, forgotten
having lost its sight
to gain only vision
recuperating
in a self-inflicted
ailment
some call it derision
i call it hibernation
the time beseiged
is soon to fly
and spread colours myriad
doubt no more
oh, passersby
a butterfly is to be born
right here, within.
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1 comment:
wow! Not for nothing is the period of dormancy or hibernation. May many a butterfly bloom within, always!
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