Beyond


Happiness, Sometimes is frozen

in little things.

Like the tiny drop,

that descend from the heaven.

Or little shrub,

that ascend from the earth,

because happiness my dear,

Lies beyond

the bound of dimensions

 and depth.

isn’t it?

Have you met

with the people of the desert?

Ballad Blog Tiny ode

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