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Story of a butterfly
I was drifting high up in the sky... playing with the Wind
the warmth of the Sun and singing of the Birds were accompaniying me through....
From a distance... I saw Flowers... moving gracefully, enjoying the morning breeze.
"Wow! How beautiful they are... " I told the Wind with excitement.
"My girl, do you want to know their names?!" He asked
"Oh, that would be great...." I replied
He smiled to me and said, "Ok, let's start with the one you like the most... so tell me which one your favourite is "
With a halting voice I told him, "Ermmm... I'm not sure"
"Oh come on, girl... I know where your eyes stared at... The yellow one, rite?!" I nodded my head
"It's a Daisy..."
Still staring at it... I told myself, "Daisy daisy, Wow.... It's amazing, looks ordinary, but filled with charm and humbleness... "
And it smiled at me...
"Yellow daisies are long lasting and symbolize freshness and sunshine," the Wind explained.
"Oh my ... it's so sweet, can I have It?" I asked the wind.
And he continued... "Too bad, my Dear... it already belongs to a Garden by the river... we'll see It later"
Disappointment suddenly surrounded me... "I'm late..."
But I pretended that it didin't matter at all, & asked the Wind to continue with the names.
My pride told me... "I should try to ignore the Daisy, don't let it know that I like It"
Time moved by, and accidently I stumbled... "Ouch..." I grumbled, "Huh?! I always do a same mistake"
"That's ok... You are doing fine, you are great," a warm voice told me... It was the Daisy's.
I blushed.... "Really?" I asked and It smiled.
"Wind, can I have the Daisy? PLeaseeeeeee!!!" I beged the Wind one more time.
And He answered, "Look my dear, we've arrived at the river"
The garden was just in front of me, the Daisy's home.
"But Wind, look at that... they don't fit together" I told the wind "The Daisy is just too pretty for such an old Garden, what a pitty"
At that point of time, I wanted to pluck It, and made It mine... no matter what the Wind would say.
But at the end... I thought, "what could I do, I don't have any garden to let it bloom... There is no enough soil I have to let it root into me".
"Bye my beloved Daisy... I'll visit you sometime" I whispered
We waved good bye....
See you around.
Miss you already ~18 Jan 2004 . 1.00 am~
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