I saw the beauty, Stupefied by it, I captured it, For never to be seen again. It was wonderful when i saw it everyday, surprisingly as beautiful as always, But when I tried to store it, The diminutive precious thing, It lost life and it turned into the dust. It still lies with me, but it's placid, I stay stuck with it, in the past, Wishing it to be alive again, as it lies in my memory, the captured beauty.All Rights Reserved