Piece of ourselves left
behind evokes a hidden
beauty, sadness of
lost time or
an insight to see
the stars in the
dark waves,
we are the past,
present,
future of the world,
faulty yet bright,
tears disguised in the rain,
we fly against the wind
and our wings
grow stronger.

If this poem sounds similar to others’ it’s
because sometimes our thoughts are similar
to each other. Similarity with its own scent of
arc makes each art interesting.

by Byung A. Fallgren