Metamorphose Poem by Max Diniz Cruzeiro

Metamorphose



At present, a larva;
Of continued metamorphoses,
Death cedes place to life,
That fecundates and makes the larva sprout.
That figure which causes disgust,
With the time – beautiful charm;
And the cycle gets renewed,
From crawling life to the winged life.

Followed by continuous metamorphoses,
Death cedes place to life.
At present, a larva,
Then, a butterfly.

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