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Stripping off
laying waste
there is a distinct sound of slither from the bushes
transformation
oddly enough
being born in the year of the snake
is fitting
as I shed
my cocoon of self absorption
my eyes are open
seeing as if the first time seeing
shadows are now light
and light is now brilliance
as it bounces across the waters of my soul...
there is no suspect
there is only one
that which is alone
that which is me.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2011
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