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BUTTERFLIES

Butterflies, pretty creatures with captivating beauty. They had these seraphic charms to make school kids chase them. Florets of garden were envious of the prepossessing wings butterflies had simply because they were tired of being rooted to the spot for all eternity. Butterflies being awfully ignorant of the terrible stagnancy flowers going through kept wrangling about their own misfortune of lacking a root to provide nourishments, sorrows regarding the need to foraging and so on, screams of florets got inundated between the voice of cankers. Digging up the aerated tales of venus-fly-trap and inculpating flowers for hoaxing perpetually became a habit of butterflies. Florets started to feel like getting strangulated, an immense need for progression started sprouting within them and that was an exordium for something. It was a tabula rasa.