Beauty
Belongs to its beholder.

If only we are to recognize.
As we let ourselves and everything surrounding us just go.. like the breeze on a windy day as it flows without order or rhythm blowing the leaves through the trees.
Illustrations begin to unfold
from illusions or that from random dreams vaguely remembered.
Casted by dawn, down far beneath the astronomical sky.
Like the differences in characteristics set in personality's from zodiac signs
All unique in each way and
To each has their own fantasy or fate.

© Jenn Linh