Deniece Wildschut

Emptiness

 

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.

 

Verder Bericht

Vorige Bericht

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