Have you ever seen a ray of sunlight peek-a-boo through a tiny crack in the curtains, and in that ray a stream of dust beheld, suspended, moving effortlessly across the air? You wonder to yourself how dust can be so polluted and yet so pure, at the same time. How something undetected yet beautiful, could…… Continue reading Pleasantville
Could I be an orchid floating in a blue Italian stream or a white rose transformed into destiny’s corsage in my lover’s starry dream? Could Michelangelo sculpt beauty’s perfection with his eyes closed and pretend it is me, like DaVinci’s Mona Lisa, portray a muse’s secret splendor for each to see Could I be a…… Continue reading Could I Be?