One day, when we
removed the dead
butterflies from
the car radiator,
you were filled with a feeling,
you were pierced by a thought.
With the light, dead
butterfly on your hand
the world felt fragile.
And nothing could make you stop
thinking that so were we, frail
humans standing beside a highway,
surrounded by a pale desert.
Our little shining eyes
were just an attempt to live.
And what could only give us
the strength to continue were
these weightless butterflies.
Illustration by Galya Popova
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