A gentle blush-pink breeze.
The fragrant scent of smoke from someone’s charcoal stove wafts into the air,
forming a bright blue with vibrant curves.
The butterfly sniffs and tastes the strange smoke.
With eyes half-closed for a moment,
it looks up at the sun spreading its golden wings.
Then, the butterfly remains still and motionless.
Somehow, it is uninterested in searching for the jasmine pistil today.
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