Squirrel conveyed all his silence into the night.
"What are you feeling, dear squirrel?" said Butterfly softly.
Squirrel answered this question:
"The poison ivy of the past stole my future from me."
Butterfly said: Which is the past, which is the future, and which is poison?
We do not know that we just know that we are live actors in the shadow of this life.
Squirrel conveyed all his silence into the night.
The butterfly flew away in the lights of the night.
Meral Meri ~ A Short Night Story
January 2, 2021. Istanbul
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