Pure beauty
Atop hills of thorns
A rose
Full stop.

O God
this living minute
is enough to thank
it's a present
not death!

A small world
full of human.
Yet it's a big one
full of victims
of loneliness.

As big as heaven
              size ways.
But to preserve
      it took no space
did it in a few words.
          So tiny that was
didn't notice how or where                      
       I lost my password
now the giant heaven
       I can't see nowhere!

Painted it in the deep
dark night.
Still, it's the moon
of zillions of stars!

The side the flipside
and the bridge.
The day the night
and the bond
the humbly wane
half-moon!

Maybe just maybe
that a split-second mo
is far no more.

Finally, the moon into the sea
takes the jump for sure
only to see abyss water is no more.

Capturing the moments of stories
woven in billows and waves
all a jiffy in a split second is gone
but a drop of tear at the bottom.