It’s
not only because we watched 5 tiny threads become 5 plump caterpillars, and
then 5 nut-shaped chrysalids.
And not because we’re holding our breath till the chrysalids crack open.
We
just wanna wear butterfly masks. And
maybe dance, leap and fly to our favorite music…or music that’s altogether
foreign, like Chopin.
Then
our own souls’ chrysalids will have cracked open.
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