Literature, Nature, Peace, Poetry, Think About This

No More a Cocoon

 

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Unseen mysteriously encased
Supreme Creation moves in
blurred brittle austerity

safely lodged like barnacles
attached, no chalk, no flint,
no hurting scraping tongue,

no roughness in shaping
no dryness, wet in nesting
hidden beauty set in packing

till drenched and burnished
life emerges, no more a cocoon
happily all, perform the old rigadoon.

 

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