Fear clings to flesh as dew clings to a rose,
Eyes like shutters slowly open then swiftly close.
The view of reality thus only prolong,
As if their hiding will end their song.
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Interesting read, doesn't quite make me want to be a caterpillar. Nicely elegant to read though.
Well today have read too many poems from a young writer and now back to yours. Feel this is true poem - with rhyme, like singing a song; with pictures, like watching a painting or a movie; with amazingly beautiful descriptions, always making the reader fascinated. Look at these lines: Fear clings to flesh as dew clings to a rose, Eyes like shutters slowly open then swiftly close. ... The breath of wind caress a caterpillar's dream ... Cocoons of time sow gifts of wings to give flight, Blessed with the presence of a rose's kiss good night. Really really like them so much.