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A Cocoon Blanket

I need a change
Thinking thinking
I slept in the blanket
hearing, the whistling wind,
I felt the warmness
in the deep sleep, the blanket
wound me like a cocoon,
inside I became a worm
curved and rolled
silk threads stitching wings
on my skin with arms,
little pain and bleeding
light scattering colors
waving as a fly in skies
its the dream that
transformed me.
The butterfly that loves
Flowers and colors.

Vinodkumarv

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A Cocoon Blanket

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