Transcendental
- Art Grigorian
- May 6, 2019
- 1 min read
...the voice of the Rain,
impels me to be thoughtless.
...the lights of the Christmas tree,
persuade me to be dull.
...the smell of the wine,
blurs my vision, heightens my senses.
...the perfection of the moment in its wholeness,
transcends any need for translation....
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