The beauty of the mind
stays in great sights with
only those who maintain
its follow.
Like a blue trickling river to
each interconnecting other,
That forever flows as if it
was your lover.
Thoughts only passing
through as and when they are
required,
A sparkle of fire
seems to somewhat gather
illuminating the way along
its path from beginning to end,
end to beginning
Slowly images arising with;
red, blues, and any other colour
the mind takes to its liking.
A photo booth has been
around all this time taking shots
that only you want to remember
and the camera clicks to every
moment and every gather
There are some that are
in black and white that dims this
light to the beauty of the mind
but it moves around to
find new warming covers, like the
soothing touch from your mother
Now do you understand the beauty
of the mind? and what is to follow?
