It instantaneously reminds me a few words of Bach in his "Illusions"...."the image is dream, the beauty is real"...I don't express on the image here, but the poetic expressions...it keeps on imagining....sketching up an image which turns into a dream....the losing of something unknown unnoticed yet it pricks as if I know what it is...was it colour...the path....the destination...the horizon...or the fulfilment....it paints and turns into an image of emptiness while the reality fails to comprehend its prospect....and it unfurls into a dream....leaving the tune whispering close to ear....signifying the beauty of life through its appreciation and fallibility....and the beauty emerges the only real being in the sense and embodiment....lovely read...regards
Maybe it will find you!
ReplyDeleteMaybe...and I'll be happy that day. Thanks for reading ☺
DeleteI imagine it appearing... right after that next step, or maybe... it is there right now... beautiful words and image that tug at my heart...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lea! :)
Deletevery sad thoughts, great write.
ReplyDeleteYes, sad. Thanks, JC! :)
DeletePowerful and contemplative haiku and photo ~ 'Answers lie within the self.' ~ xox
ReplyDeleteWishing you a peaceful week ~ ^_^
Glad you liked it. Thank you so much, Carol. :)
DeleteI'm in ooh and awe over the haiku with the photo, so very emotional and beautiful!
ReplyDeleteGlad to know that! Thank you, Marit. :)
DeleteWhen we lose precious things, we may not be able to withstand the loss.Nice lines.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, Yes. Thanks, Prayaga! :)
DeleteAmazing, lines!
ReplyDeleteThank you, SlimExpectations! :)
DeleteIt instantaneously reminds me a few words of Bach in his "Illusions"...."the image is dream, the beauty is real"...I don't express on the image here, but the poetic expressions...it keeps on imagining....sketching up an image which turns into a dream....the losing of something unknown unnoticed yet it pricks as if I know what it is...was it colour...the path....the destination...the horizon...or the fulfilment....it paints and turns into an image of emptiness while the reality fails to comprehend its prospect....and it unfurls into a dream....leaving the tune whispering close to ear....signifying the beauty of life through its appreciation and fallibility....and the beauty emerges the only real being in the sense and embodiment....lovely read...regards
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