My true colours.
Date: Thursday, 2nd November 2017 @ 05:35:13 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: northernlights

What happens?

When the butterfly returns
To the chrysalis?

A world of rapid change
A void of re creation
Of silent contemplation.

It/'/s not the cry of new life
Screaming presence into
The world, but an unplanned
Journey,

leaving the

"self,"
to ponder.

A forced suspension of life
A blank canvass, inevitable
Loss of once recognisable
Tangible ties.

This pause of Nature

Bringing new colours to
My Autumn!

eager anticipation
From years of change

I am reborn!


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