maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Art of Precious

It could be simple, it could be special
It could be little, it could be bigger
It could be a thing, it could be everything

It’s what we found, it’s what we lost
It’s what we kept, it’s what we left
It’s the reason we smile, it’s also the reason we cry

It’s priceless, it’s pure
It can’t be replaceable, it’s unexplainable
It’s beautiful, it’s painful

It’s the need, it’s the feed
It’s the dream, it’s the obsession
It’s mine, it’s my precious Art of Precious

Submitted: Sunday, January 09, 2011

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