The world in a puddle
A puddle
tiny and shiny
in the sun
in the middle of a muddy trail
A puddle
passed by hikers
who rush towards the snow-painted peak
countless steps
countless splashes
A puddle
halts an exhausted hiker
He kneels, bends, and gazes at the puddle
In his eyes, young meadow
aged forest
graphite mount
and its white crown
shining in the infinite azure of sky
tiny and shiny
in the sun
in the middle of a muddy trail
A puddle
passed by hikers
who rush towards the snow-painted peak
countless steps
countless splashes
A puddle
halts an exhausted hiker
He kneels, bends, and gazes at the puddle
In his eyes, young meadow
aged forest
graphite mount
and its white crown
shining in the infinite azure of sky
StanPetrovich1.0 - This reads as if a movable essence of a great painting done by Dali was churning along, which was my interpretation. And maybe one his best.
Nicely done.
