okay now i am scared to comment...
i love the sequence...
The life and death of a butterfly.Seems like its dead even in the colour photograph although the amazing thing about colour is that it adds life to dead things..I like the phrase "sunset wings"..
I felt alive and deadMemories replayed in my headSilently I watched u pass me byI didn't catch your eye.Strange..your photograph seems to be echoing your own poem.. Correct me if I'm wrong. The danger lies in going deep into the territory of interpretation. The Sun never sets, its the clouds and the turn of the earth which sets forth the seeming death of the Sun..So it is with the butterfly. I'd like to believe that "Sunset Wings turn/To Shining Wings of Hope."
ermm i standby what i said earlier....or may be you just blog about the unhappy bit you notice about life.
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