Walking alone not far away I saw the reflections…

What seemed to be a murky puddle of water , there reflected the sky so blue and blurred edges of greenery…

How artistic a puddle of water can be….

It is the way one see.. that is what artistic about. I reflected back…

It is not who we are that matters to the world.. It is our reflections. Reflections projected to the world makes who we are…

What a philosophy not to judge humanity superficially…..

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