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Insect Nap

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By Brian Wong Published about a month ago 1 min read

In the yellow and crispy pages, I collected a leaf of spring

Your forehead is full of arc, attracting the kiss of fluff

Perhaps because of the arrival of light, even the locust moth has forgotten its inferiority

Poking its head out of the soil, gazing at the repainted world

All kinds of shoes are the huge monsters it sees

No one can accurately predict when the caterpillar will grow wings

Or follow the arc of the wind and take a nap on the wild daisy

Then, those assertions that honey is the only medal of bees are just absurd

The hand of spring brushes across the awakened eyes and awakens the light soul

Brushing across the long, warm dreams that insects have when they fly over the grass and flowers at noon

nature poetry

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Brian Wong

Hello, I'm Brian Wong , a 29-year-old aspiring writer dedicated to weaving captivating stories that resonate with the depths of human experience.

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Comments (3)

  • T. Licht16 days ago

    Your an amazing writer! Like a painter painting a picture with just words.

  • Esala Gunathilakeabout a month ago

    Even though you are new to Vocal, I think you have many previous experience on writing fantastic poems!

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a month ago

    "No one can accurately predict when the caterpillar will grow wings" I especially loved that line. Fantastic poem!

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