... and why?
(2) why does she talk about cocoons? What Will they keep safe? what will become of them?
I wish that I could wrap my words. Around each fleeting thought. That flits and flutter thought my mind.a moth that won't be caught.if only it would light awhile.and rest its restless wings, I'd wrest the word to weave cocoons to hold such lovely things as poetry and lyrics to the tunes that float through time and touch the hearts of all who hear with magic in their rhymes