This table is beautiful, I, on this side and you there
My coffee mug in my hand and yours in your hand reaching for the lips
This evening is beautiful, people walking on their way to destinations,
they prefer, birds on their branches, they chose, beautiful clouds floating.
This evening is beautiful where I see a fine aura around everybody,
unique for everyone, never crossing each other’s, but spreading energy
this evening is beautiful, with all its boundaries, natural, that which I treasure
this gives me my corner to grow up, to see me as me and you as you.
This morning is not that beautiful, the daily told me that you forgot your boundary
Somewhere somebody’s private boundaries where erased, which they treasured
I shudder if we lose those thoughtful emotions to each other, that bind our world,
That gives the beauty I enjoyed that evening, of people walking freely to their destinations,
of birds perching on their own corners, of my coffee mug in my hand and yours in yours.
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