how would you ever know the beauty of sunset, if all you dread was the falling of night and the passing of a day?
time can be a frightening concept.see how it brings out both the beauty and ugly side of a person within that split second in which human nature was put to the test.
see how it both tears people apart and build the bridge for one to reach the other.
see how you surprise yourself.
the hems of her skirt brushed along,countless rows of bushes of thorns.
a rose among the thorns, the maiden saw, and pause.
knees on petals of the now ailing rose,struggling and fighting, to stay.
in the final moments, the maiden uttered a short prayer.
her wings she flapped.
she looked back and, shed a tear.but who was to know,
how much she had hoped this rose would have seen,
beauty of the world around,
and not the lone world of the thorns surround.
a strong gale, a mighty gust and,
some dancing petals.
the butterfly smiled.
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