At the middle of an empty room I was standing,
Looking at the beautiful painting- tainted by others,
Getting confused why they didn't saw its worth,
A magnificent beauty but a dying candle.
I looked at the piece intently,
It was a woman with an effervescent beauty,
I was searching the difference as i look closely,
It was her eyes, with a thousand shades like galaxy.
Eyes like a lost traveler
The flame in her eyes was dimmed
Solemn eyes with many emotions within
Catching the eyes who ringed.
I was taken a back and blink so many times
Am i hallucinating?
Im looking past her cries and seeing how it rains
A falling stars that steam down continuously.
Then the reality slapped my back
Then different emotions comes a long,
I was facing a mirror,
At the middle of my room.
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RandomThoughts. I just want to make a memory even just for a minute or seconds when im writing this thoughts and poetry. Wrong grammar.edit ko ewan.Bye.Salamat
