Lucky are those who are blind…For they guided by the purity of their hearts
A Heart sees an Art One will pick a flower And see a star glowing in the universe Or look at the amazing corals under sea And think of the beauty of forestry A golden radiance of a firefly Makes a brilliant dream fly high One will look at things… But which defines a whole new facet Of another translation it possibly epitomize on the set A simplest rock by the pavement Can personify a sturdy existence of one soul Depending on who deciphers it as a whole Look around with your eyes closed… Dewdrops... Sign in to see full entry.