You are a gallery itself.

You show spring visiting with taking off a jacket.
Wind crushes against a cotton shirt.

Your feet with pedicure and flip-flops shine on summer afternoon.

You tell fall with a dark brown knit

A heavy coat covers you baring a simple smile that makes me warmed up.
A flame is ignited.

Art lives around you.

Dear people, flowers just around the corner, and skies I look up to

You are art itself

wabi sabi

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