The Butterfly

Daydreams; like butterflies
our wings only open with time
awaiting to emerge
swathed
beneath the layers
of skin
an onion
a coverlet
yearning for transparency
nakedness
wind to wing,
one night is all I require
to parade
the hues
of my entrusted wings

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