Whatever I consider important
The trees don’t care.
Wherever I shed my tears
The flowers don’t know.
Some days have the glitter of butterflies’ wings
Some glint like the fires of Mordor.
Some have the clear shine of truth
Drifting away…
Some the warmth of
a broken heart
Who died
And became Art.
© Iulia Halatz
Art – Wolfgang Harms. Source: Pinterest
Wolfgang Harms
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