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“In the silence of the woods

among the wildflowers

butterflies danced.”

― Meeta Ahluwalia

 

Fluttering of wings whistle along the quiet street. Slightly shimmering in the dim lit light poles and occasionally humming a silent tune for the night dwellers. Their journey continued through abandoned alleyways, fallen bricks and forgotten trinkets now referred to as 'trash' or 'junk'. The little birds were far from their home of nature, vast forest of greenery, multiple flowers and loud bubbling of streams nearby. In this case, they were searching for that low sound of running water from a fountain.

 

There was a hidden spot if anyone decided to give those alleyways a chance. One wrong turn and they might end up in this space frozen in time and overtaken by nature. Through the cracks of manmade streets, grass protruded and tree roots managed to break out. An old bench was conquered by a gorgeous maple tree that turned into the home of plenty of flowers, birds and other animals that sought shelter from cruel city life.

 

Feathers ruffled as they retracted their wings, having found home. As the birds went on to play on the fountain, they spotted two strangers who have luckily found the area and were lost in its magic...

 

Or were they lost in their own?

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