Thinking thinking
I am sleeping in the blanket
Hearing, the whistling wind
Frozen raindrops falling on leaves
In the deep sleep, I felt the warmness
the blanket wound me
Inside I became a little worm that
Jerks curved and rolled.
Silk threads stitching wings
On my skin with embroidery patterns
It’s paining and bleeding
Tighten up all muscles.
Thank you, the cocoon blanket
Sponges up my tears
Protected me in wind, rain, and pains
Now it will fall…
While the dawn glows, break the encase
Listens to the chirruping birds
Wow, waving as a butterfly
It’s the dream that transformed me…
To love the garden and flowers.
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