Even tiny stains on a wall,
Are beautiful…
On some days,
I stop to look.
Colors,
Patterns,
Holes.
And sometimes,
Touched by nature’s beauty,
I begin to feel small and unashamed,
Too.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
Even tiny stains on a wall,
Are beautiful…
On some days,
I stop to look.
Colors,
Patterns,
Holes.
And sometimes,
Touched by nature’s beauty,
I begin to feel small and unashamed,
Too.