From The Chrysalis

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My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I'm feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.

A power of butterfly must be
The aptitude to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.

So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.

Saturday, December 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly
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* Sunprincess * 21 November 2015

.......a beautiful butterfly poem...love this ?

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