Crayon Stars

The purity of snow of the absolute white of the blank lamination..
The innocent decent of mere soul..
The serenity of environment full of colors of crayons...

There might be a cramped, crabbed scratches of sketches..

But then,
There can always be a lot of beutiful shining stars lapped on those misseries..

As that beautiful hands that shape everything..
To be the past,
The present,
Thus the future...


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