A dormant
cocoon,
Wrapped
tightly,
Ugly and
stagnant,
Is never a
prelude
For what is to
come.
It flutters
inside.
A beautiful
metamorphosis.
It breaks free,
Full of color
and vibrance.
It flies away
To catch the
eye
Of it's next
beholder.
(Millinium/2000)
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