Metamorphosis




A pupa breaks its cocoon to emerge as a colourful flutter by
and the fog settles down as a thousand diamond dew drops.
The water buffalo emerges from the swamp
with its back caked with the mud of past
and the drizzle caresses it to a sparkling grey.
Every time you laugh,
One more layer of my heart unfurls.
I no longer sleep like a foetus,
I sleep with my arms wide open
waiting for you to run into my embrace.
Metamorphosis into an open, infinite expanse of limitless love.

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