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beauty, butterfly, cocoon, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, self-worth
It is time that I
wrap myself in
silken threads
and slumber, not
for eternity, but
for a moment, until
I am no longer
an ugly creature
but one of beauty and grace
And I can spread my wings
and fly
©2014 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Love this one!!!
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Thank you, Gail. It is definitely one of my favorites and written from within.
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Really like this one! Huge fan of butterflies 🙂
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Thank you! Their symbolism is very profound.
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