There exists an eighth wonder of the world.
They are jewels, in which the universe is condensed.
Nothing is more raw, and pure.
A stranger's story, is enrapturing
through the glass of his eyes
as he passes underneath a street lamp.
A glance is all that is required,
to understand the fear,
the sorrow
the joy
and the spirit of humanity itself.
YOU ARE READING
2021 Writing
Fiction généraleI've challenged myself to try and write (not every single day because I have miserably failed T_T) consistently in 2021. Hope to cultivate my craft as a writer! c :
