date taken : june 2009
by: me
walking by,
a storm is approaching,
i realised how much i've missed
confined in my own world
how could i have mistaken the beauty
for sadness,
and the sadness
for poetry?
why can't i just see what's there
instead of trying so hard to search for its meanings?
like this continuous splashing....
why must it be like music to the ears?
it is just what it is.....
just be.
