Across the ocean in a country far away
a moth cocooned works night and day forging exquisite silk until a day in early spring she flees her yellow prison and the little butterfly flies free. She comes into the magic forest and gifts the king the colours of the rainbow her laughter and her smile and shackles made of silk. The King, at last, begins her song silence broken and lips unlocked.
Part of the mosaics cycle of poems
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