Peace & Truth
Originally posted on yaskhan: I open my window letting in the moonlight I see an owl on a moonbeam flight The moon makes silver on my pillowRunes scatter on the weeping willow My window dusted with dreams openNight blooms hold my words, unspoken Calligraphy of the cosmos in the skiesChanges the color in my eyesOnly…
The Moon Makes Silver
Life can be likened to a bouquet of roses, each with its unique charm. Some roses sparkle like raindrops, while others lose their luster in the absence of sunlight. Some roses wilt away with time, while others bloom in a kaleidoscope of colors. Some roses sag with drooping petals, while others captivate with their beauty. However, it is vital to acknowledge that the perception of beauty resides in the eyes of the beholder.
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