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| A tree that caught my attention in a heavy traffic |
It stood there alone and
withering to death.
In a garden of the unknown, there
was once a tiny beautiful purple flower. Butterflies seem to like it for most
of them never forget to perch onto it. It blossoms pretty well that it attracted
one distinct butterfly. Everyday, the butterfly
visits the flower while the latter waits for it patiently. In a short period of
time, they shared a lot of things within the vast garden; the butterfly telling
stories about the beauty of other gardens and the flower listens amusingly.
One day, the butterfly didn’t
come and the flower felt a pang in its whole being. It was worried something horrible happened to
it and it can’t help but cry with the idea. It was helpless because it doesn’t have the
ability to move around and find it.
Days pass by and no
butterfly. The flower thought something
might have caught the butterfly’s attention more than it does and it decided to
stop seeing it. The flower can’t do anything but to continue living and move on
although most of the time it can’t contain the pain of losing its butterfly.
Until then, the flower started to
wither. Its petals were falling one by one until it became lifeless.
Still no butterfly.
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