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Transition

The butterfly hung suspended,

As if it's wings had forgotten how to fly.
It's existence imprinted in its mind,
The endless tale of crawling, biting, building, hardship.
And then just as quickly as it became suspended,
It suddenly fluttered it's wings.
Remembering once again it's beautiful transition,
From caterpillar to butterfly.
 
©KT

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