crushed
by a careless artlover.
cruel, but still there is a morbide beauty in death...
and after all it is part of life.
next day the little birdie was completely vanished in nature.
posted by manpreet kaur at Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
by a careless artlover.
cruel, but still there is a morbide beauty in death...
and after all it is part of life.
next day the little birdie was completely vanished in nature.
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1 Comments:
This is almost just what I was thinking when I photographed the dead deer while taking a walk. The deer is just a bunch of scattered bones, now. Its death has sustained life for others.
Waheguru.
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