February 25, 2025 – butterfly

There were days past

Of quietly consuming

The surrounding all

And it was peaceful

Predictable

Than came cocoon

That felt like dying

That felt like death

A chrysalis

that walled out the world

But

Transformation was taking place

And now something new

Something beautiful

Has emerged

And taken flight

To my delight

To our joy

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