i touch sky and still there
hidden clouds wet and clear
i heard whisper from my lips
sweetness long been it keeps
innocent smile i let it go
someway somehow melts sorrow
warming ears came to brief rest
feasting birds could have left
leaving naked branch facing east
caterpillar measuring distance
looking for an ideal for cocoon
beneath; soft to touch; my own
tiny antenae searching a piece
for cure of small curling belly
fresh green sprouting leaf free
took a bite; nibble short to stem
enough and walk away for a day
but remembered where are they
so when time comes would be easy
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