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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Transformations</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THEY Wait<br>the caterpillar, the flower bud, <br>time is like a hand that does not compel<br>them, because by its unnoticeable grace <br>the process goes on and on</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the caterpillar is caressed into a cocoon<br>in still air<br>stiller hours<br>of petals falling one by one<br>giving way to seeds<br>existence</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the buds have no memories<br>what to tell<br>how one morning they all turn<br>into flowers<br>then wilt<br>upon the conquest of <br>sunset</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">some things too<br>have wings that flutter <br>happily<br>but only for<br>a day</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a></strong></div>

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