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The great upheaval
The caterpillar passes away,
and the butterfly will stay.
The egg will eventually break,
and a young chick will awake.
The old will simply disappear.
And the new is already near.
A true splendor will just arise.
The old makes room for a new size.
Transition happens without incident.
The awakening, however, is imminent.
(written by KiBLS)
Written: 16.01.2023 | Published: 20.02.2023
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