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~~~~~ Philosofolia ~~~~~
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© Vinay Vaidya
03052011
At the onset of autumn,
Leaves were whispering about,
Where shall we go,
Once we fall out ?
The old one said,
I am afraid,
I will be no more,
Lost in the ground.
The young one smiled,
said in a soft tone,
I'll fly,
like a feather,
Yes, for a short while,
Before touching the soil.
The younger looked glad,
her eyes dreamy, amazed.
Oh ! I'll become the Larva,
For a few longer days,
To become a pupa someday,
Eating into myself,
To enjoy a sleep blissfull ,
And to wake-up some day again,
As a butterfly beautiful.
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