I was sitting on my chair and noticed this colourful butterfly on the ground. I noticed it was not flying and when I tried to pick it up I realised it was too weak to fly. It was dying, almost dead.
And then one wonders, how beautiful one can be in death. And how the butterfly chooses to share so much beauty even in its death. And how death itself can be beautiful, a cause for celebration.
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Colourful butterfly |
RIP butterfly. I will not forget the message you gave me.
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