iii. nothing waits for those who dwindle
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a cobalt moon sits above
the edges of the aether
it’s olden gaze gracing my awakening
but contrary to the serenity of the sky
a harrowing holler fractures
the clementine night
tender tears descend into
crystalline pieces of erratic rates
as a melancholic sorrow
subdued my fears
a hazy window was the remains
of a mellifluous lullaby haunted by
an intrusive nightmare
that questions the sanity
of a newborn who watched
in silence
as the last petal of
a stargazing lily falls.
and in silence did i watch,
change before it happened.
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MY METAMORPHOSIS
Poetrya caterpillar encages itself after its mother left it to grow; silver silk in cotton lies; tulips blossom in solace meadows; the tiny creature rests on a leaf; waiting for wings to grow 《 © disorientedsun | 2022 》
