Untitled 2 (3.14.02)
As My fingertips wander
I feel many things,
Some are soft and beautiful
While others are sharp and jagged,
As my finger-tips move ever-so
I search for someth'n beautiful,
Something as beautiful as this world,
What I know is beatiful is now out of reach
But now the beauty is gone,
My hand is still extended
Always reaching for the beauty
Even when it no longer exists.
