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Wednesday, August 4, 2010
The Moth
Everytime I go to the bank... I run into some beautiful butterfly or moth... This time I ran into a moth....I wonder how old this moth is....how was it's life before it grew wings...the power to take flight and leave whenever it desires....how simple is this moth's life? How hard is this moth's life? It's colors not as bright as it's butterfly cousin but you can sense it's way stronger... Maybe even smarter....why did you let me get some close to you? How can you trust a human? What do you know that I don't, Moth?
Posted from my iPhone
Posted from my iPhone
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4 comments:
This is a beautiful moth . . . the color, the patterns . . . I've never seen anything like it
i am terrified of moths, from a horrible experience as a child... but i have to admitt this one is pretty.
Nature can sense peace in other beings.. ..in how they move.. ..how they breathe.. ..your presence to Nature is probably calming and conscious.. .. so it let's you in, let's you get close enough to experience it's truth. <3 It's a marvelous thing.
i love those colors..lightbulb!
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