The images
We think
We see
Are not
The same
For you
Nor me
For images
Form in
A place
That has
Its own idea
Of space
Where beauty
By necessity
May vanish like
A shallow sea
Evaporated
By the Sun
It’s beauty lost
It's form
Undone
Egal Bohen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-lost/
