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One spring day

Beautiful memory

By AseraPublished about a year ago 1 min read

It was a spring day.

The sun woke me up with its bright light. I went to the garden outside.

A breezy breeze swept over me.

The chirping of the birds sounded like music to my ears.

The sky was very beautiful. Birds were flying in the sky.

While I was enjoying these views a new guest arrived in my garden.

It was flying around the garden,enjoying it and sitting on the flower.

Yes it is a beautiful black color butterfly that I see everyday.

It came again to visit my garden.

It was eating the honey from the flower.

Every day when I go near the butterfly it gets scared of me and flies away.

But today that beautiful butterfly was circling around me.

I enjoyed it and held out my hand.

Suddenly that beautiful butterfly sat on my hand.

I got surprise.

But it flew away in the blink of an eye. I think it didn't believe me completely.

Even it only sat on my hand for some seconds, the joy I felt was not enough.

I can't explain it. I jumped happily. I will never forget that beautiful spring day.

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