Friday, 10 January 2014


A long slumber it has been

Chained to my own secretions!  

A cocoon of habits!

A pupa of conditioning!

But now I've finally blossomed!

My shell of conceit has been shed 

And colours of love fill my new form

My wings are crisp and new

And nectar and pollen fill the morning air

In this blissful new life of enlightenment

Let me fly away to freedom!

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