The larva slowly turns to pupa
It will metamorphose.Awaiting its final transformation
Ugly ;lifeless, it spins its dreams
Awaiting the miracle
He too lingers in the valley of lepers
Praying for the one who will wash him clean
Give him a new life
A difficult birth ; he knows
Of infinite pain
He is prepared for a lifelong gestation
To finally sail to the island of lost dreams
At the moment when the pupa
B-R-E-A-K-S
Into all its colours.
5 comments:
aha!
love it.
really nice.
and more importantly, it's not a translation is it?
what inspired this one?
you still haven't answered my question!
and IS this a translation!
Boy oh boy, can this lost fella write or what!
where'd this piece of talent lie hidden all this time bro?
very beautiful..and poignant..
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