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They are holding up  on tress,
The many facets of metamorphosis,
Can you see  them weaving upon the winds? 
The dreams of flowers   transforming into the  rain? 

Such pauses in nature,   Oh  —Ophelia”

Their capsules   Warning ours growing  ankles to sail feet  to ground, 

To  the  Point of collapsing,
Under the eyes of wonderful  moments,  
Which sail to transform us into butterflies. 

The eye of wonders of which they belong to,
Call us, one last time,
To secretly  speak our names,


 To the mountains, To the seas, to the sky 

     Oh. Cocoon they say!