Stillness <br /> <br />This room, dirty windows and <br />pale squares <br />were pictures hung, <br />has no furniture, <br />dust on floorboards <br />dance to a tune unheard by man; <br />the beauty here is that of <br />eternal nothingness, <br />the essence of happiness is less, <br />yet many fill their <br />space with futile objects <br />because they can’t bear <br />the intrusive silence of bareness.<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stillness-17/
