Metamorphosis as scent

Who knew

that under the decay, the rot, the death of what was, what had been

would emerge a tantalizing, liberating fragrance of growth, newness, miracles

who knew that the end of a past life while to be mourned

fertilizes the soil for another horizon to bloom

nostalgia besets yet still I discover

By Kat Zhou - October 2024

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