In the sandy river bed,
Unseen by eye, undisturbed,
Soft and smooth pebbles abound,
Untouched and not yet found.
This vagrant piece of paper,
Words floating, almost vapor,
Creation born to remain unread,
And, no praise on it showered.
A rhyme - the best that was,
The only one with no flaws,
Perfection, if ever there's one,
But, Alas! A pity, seen by none.
beautiful...Thanks for posting something so sweet.
ReplyDeletei love your imagination...happy monday JS :)
ReplyDeleteWell done, Just Someone. I too wonder if the artist was the only one who got to see his creation. I would love to know what was said on the artwork. And to have the chance to see the words reflect under the sun would have been nice, too. Have a nice day.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, JS! Truly beautiful!
ReplyDeleteLovely. Held together as a whole but I enjoyed each verse, as well, as separate from the others.
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