By: Mia Palencia
The night sky appeared like an old photograph, yet alive and lovely, with those breath-taking colorful stones that looks like a spilt diamonds over black marble. It’s the most wonderful art I’ve ever seen throughout this lifetime. ‘Tis a wonderful song, an exquisite poem, a precious and valued painting hanging in a museo.
At times, I can feel it whispering in my ears something I can’t even hear nor understand, but I’d see myself smiling while feeling the presence of the cold breeze in my pale skin; hugging me tight, soothing my heart from pain. I guess it felt the love and awe of the world mesmerizing by its beauty; for its welcoming sight, appearing as a splendid gift of new sunrises to come, and promising to return whenever the dawn’s first light fade and after the shadows blendid into the vast land of unknown darkness.
As the night sky came with blue haze of day, revealing the majestic patterns of constellations drawn by the divine hands, I always wonder how those tiny pieces of rocks glistened so bright. I wonder how they move gracefully as if they were dancing in some mellow music. Perhaps, it’s the magic without any tricks; a question that has been already answered, but you will still keep wondering and ask time by time how it actually happened.
For me, it isn’t just a night sky, but the sky to the universe and beyond that watched over the world for over centuries and mellinia; the sole witness of every tiny moment we have in this fragile world we’re living in. It was the verily moment I knew my eyes smiled, and as my breath deepen just a little, I prayed to the Almighty to see His wonderful craft in three-dimension and this is when I say, “Adieu!”
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