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The caterpillar enters into

             the cocoon stage

      hiding from the light

    til the time is right

         for the butterfly

   to emerge and take flight

and dazzled by its beauty

          even the winds

      stop their howling

and the rocks of the centuries

         pause to take note

Is this enough?

It’s not too early or too late to tell

It’s just something the war torn

        battered spirits need

    to replenish their sinking souls

as hope springs eternal

     so too does

the triumph of love

         emerge in the face of death—

    on the eve of destruction

to lift the deflated prophets

       of the dream’s final truth

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