AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A DEAD BUTTERFLY.

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dead butterfly on my hand

butterfly photography

In a corner of a dark night, a fleeting beauty fell into my palm, a butterfly whose wings no longer flutter in the wind. It lies with silence and depth, its wings spread like the pages of an endless story. The perfect combination of black and white colors is like the dots of the universe spread across its wings.

A reddish stain in one corner is like a memory of a love, perhaps its last loving touch to a flower. A butterfly's life is big and short, yet how much color, how much rhythm, how much inspiration it spreads. Today, that life itself is dull. But even if it dies, its beauty does not die, but rather raises a new question: does true beauty remain in life or in death?

This butterfly may have laid eggs somewhere at one time. Perhaps its children have now emerged from the eggs, will transform from caterpillar to pupa, and then butterfly again. This is the cycle of nature. When one life stops, another begins. It is like a story that never ends, only changes form.

The death of this butterfly, perhaps, is a message for me. This butterfly was photographed sometime in the evening. It may not be alive now, but its memory remains. There are some insects that we feel very sad when they die. But this insect has become entwined with my soul, and I love it very much.

Device	SAMSUNG GALAXY F24
Location	Tangail, Dhaka, Bangladesh