how would you like to lose
yourself?
imagine a cliche of a cocoon
a winter of existence
one fine morning when light
strikes a gleam
the cocoon slowly losing
a closed part to something that
slowly comes out into the open
yourself?
imagine a cliche of a cocoon
a winter of existence
one fine morning when light
strikes a gleam
the cocoon slowly losing
a closed part to something that
slowly comes out into the open
a creature who has become
too beautiful because of its
new wings
it never knows about itself at first
and then suddenly here it is
ready to embrace a new powerful
self: a flyer, a self losing to the wind
seeing the world, a garden
from afar.
too beautiful because of its
new wings
it never knows about itself at first
and then suddenly here it is
ready to embrace a new powerful
self: a flyer, a self losing to the wind
seeing the world, a garden
from afar.
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