#25
The True Beauty
Not posed. Not asked for.
Moments like these linger the longest.
In-between, unguarded.
Resting from thought, off-duty from performance.
A single light, directed through stained glass.
Landing on her bare bedroom wall.
Something is felt, even if not understood.
Serene? Exhausted? Touched? Far away?
An answer is not relevant.
The true beauty lives in the question.
