Light reflects on the window,
shapes slowly appear.
There is pretty much to see,
while there seems to be nothing here.
It’s a portrait of the unseen,
magical, subtle, good…
It remains invisible to the rushing mind,
it is misunderstood.
april 11
Light reflects on the window,
shapes slowly appear.
There is pretty much to see,
while there seems to be nothing here.
It’s a portrait of the unseen,
magical, subtle, good…
It remains invisible to the rushing mind,
it is misunderstood.
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