Still Life



For The Sunday Muse prompt #63. Image: the butterfly jar by lostinthisphotograph

The beauty of these golden wings
wrestled free, breath by breath,
from the confines of a cocoon,
finds itself entombed again,
the memory of its flitting
flight a distant echo now far
removed from the frozen present,
a life stilled.

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