Beauty and the balloons
I saw a beauty
If i don’t get to see it again
I’m okay.
It doesn’t matter
Glimpse of joy in life
Emptiness is just a big picture
Like balloons filled in one tiny room
Decorated by the picture of the beauty
And sprinkled by sadness over the ceilling and the floor
Someday the balloons going to maximize
And the room will explode
You had done nothing.