The beauty of a worm
I wonder if butterflies ever miss their former self
The sturdy roundness of their skin
Their steady progress towards fullfillment
I wonder if they mourn that their colorful wings can't be stroked
Or regret the danger of flying
I wonder if the progress we make must always walk hand in hand with sacrifice
And how to reconcile my joy at moving forward with the loss of what is left behind
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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Beautiful. As usual I find myself wishing that you sent your poetry to places where more I eyes can see it, more people can read it.
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