The stillness of day..
with random cold chills in sight..
harks the question
could this still be one of the delights.
Random little things..
no meanings..just things..
Bashed.. threw.. just little things.. petty things..
especially in this stillness of day..
Yet.. what goes yonder..
is simple beauty
in all of all its magnanimity..
These little things..these little things
Hardened and toughened
molded and crafted
with random cold chills
replied to that query
at one sight.
|Who said the world upside down is bad?|
|She stands out.|
|Beauty in Revery|
|Beauty in stillness|