Sometimes In A Cocoon,
At Times It''s An Oyster''s Shell,
Sometime It''s Contained In A Cloud,
At Times It''s A Fogged Up View,
In Times When It''s Not Possible To Clearly Tell,
What Lies Within The Cover,
The Truth That May Emerge,
Flying Away like A Butterfly,
Hidden Like A Precious Pearl,
Could It Be A Soothing Rain?
Or A Shower Of Snow Flake Flurries,
Making Fluffy Frills?
As The Dew Drops Emerge Out Of The Foggy Mist,
I Wonder Why I Feel Blurred Out ,
In Moments Temporary, Before The Monuments Of Truth?
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