motionless i observe the stillness
of a picture hung but frame less
i can see all of its beauty
the world where everything is temporary
all of it up until the last second changes
as a river flows down the ages
most of the time i wish at all stop
from trains to planes going up
it would be beautiful, a world so still
when everyone needs to chill
when all of it is like a photograph
i'll surely take a moment to laugh
for when every single time i see
how ruthless and cruel beauty can be
i take a deep breath just to feel
on my back a wrenching chill
and as i start to shiver, i ponder
how staying still is a skill of wonder
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