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Metamorphosis

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly. - Richard Bach

Monday, December 05, 2005

b/w to color

Sheet of snow like white
a constant reminder of purity
awaiting for some color
hoping that would make it bright.

Amidst fits of pain and fights
red drops trickle down
coloring the snow.
Bright but alas, with the smell of death.
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