Butterfly muses

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COPYRIGHT: Shailaja V/ The Moving Quill

THEN:

An expanse, the free wind stuffed with pure, sweet aura, the florets blushed, kisses ensured sweet nectar.

NOW:

A pigeonhole, asphyxiating air, endangered blooms, nectar tastes of tears.

© MRIDULA 2014

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Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′

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