#149
Transformation
waiting is over
it is about to happen
goo becomes glory
In the middle of the process, the gunk inside a butterfly’s chrysalis is neither caterpillar nor butterfly. Isn’t it amazing that this “in-between goo” gradually becomes what it’s meant to be?
Write a haiku about transformation — butterfly or any other kind. Share it in a comment.
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There shell caress green wing
The waiting bakes shell tender
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peaceful shaft of golden light
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