PURE BEAUTY

Broken ceramics
Sea shelves on the surface
Feathery piece of fur in the gap
Water dripping from a tap

A wave of snowballs
To the dawn of waterfalls
Peeping through the hole
Our patience says it all

Some of you want to see
Only what is already lighted
Hoping to avoid
What is still in darkness

From where i came from
As pure as my world
It needs not be pitiful
In order to be beautiful

Then a butterfly will sing
In a deep fairy stream
Spread out pure odd colors
With gestures and more bright colors

Sight from afar that glows
As white as snow shore
Like a panda not a boar
Pure beauty will show

If i were an insect
And you were a grass
Remind to dissect
Where true beauty lies

If it needs intervention
With utmost pure tension
Then, what is beauty?
An air tension process.