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 dead Memories replayed in my head Silently I watched u pass me by I 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."
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okay now i am scared to comment...
lol! :P
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 dead
Memories replayed in my head
Silently I watched u pass me by
I 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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