Is beauty-us?
Or world around?
The flowers' truss
And water sound.
The smell of books
On dusty case.
That lovely look
On sleepy face.
The moles that cover
Your bare skin.
With lots of hues and dyes
Within.
The tints are filled
With pain and bliss.
The truth, concealed
In mind's abyss.
Explore the sky
To find the gist.
And ask it "why"...
Live or exist?
The art of living
Is to trace
The new beginning
On blank place.
The beauty's here.
In usual things.
In atmosphere
And early springs.
Look and believe.
No need to hide.
"Exist or live"
Time to decide.
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PoetryTHE WINNER OF #ZODIACAWARDS2020 IN CATEGORY "POETRY" "But have you ever thought what makes you feel alive? That gentle ache when we are happy It makes us human beings." Hi everyone! Here you can see some of my art. These writings help me learn my i...
