Beauty is inane without the observer.
Like the moon,
It’s just a rock spinning around in space,
but our ability to envisage beauty brings meaning to it’s craters and it’s glow.
The poet writes–
‘The moon changes it’s shape every night, sometimes being there completely, ko sometimes sharing a part of it and sometimes hiding in the dark, but it is never distant, it never abandons you’ –
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© rahulrimalpoetry
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