Tuesday, June 07, 2011


Divest the clothes of lineage
our rainment arretay
our heretage of ancestry
to pool the soul at play

Now glistening from chrysalis,
now light alights from shade
now form aglow in reborn bliss
alone, alive a sparkling day

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