The pleasure is all mine
when I see a nickel on the sidewalk
while on my way to the bus-stop
nearby,
and when I,
the fast traveller,
see a piece of weathered poster
whirled up in the wind
and then laid there
on the roadside forgotten,
yet still retaining
its hue vivid
—the colors are still lively at the least,
nevertheless.
My heart grows into full vivacity
when I see such serendipity so small,
glowing in brilliance yet so lucid,
in a manner ever graceful
—no matter how tiny that is—
from the bottom of my heart
—I'm being accepted
into thy blissfulness, which may hold
the wonders of the world
ever imaginable.
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
The pleasure is all mine
when I see a nickel on the sidewalk
while on my way to the bus-stop
nearby,
and when I,
the fast traveller,
see a piece of weathered poster
whirled up in the wind
and then laid there
on the roadside forgotten,
yet still retaining
its hue vivid
—the colors are still lively at the least,
nevertheless.
My heart grows into full vivacity
when I see such serendipity so small,
glowing in brilliance yet so lucid,
in a manner ever graceful
—no matter how tiny that is—
from the bottom of my heart
—I'm being accepted
into thy blissfulness, which may hold
the wonders of the world
ever imaginable.
(C) Copyright: Saul Bae (Sungmoo Bae)
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