a joke

there are these
(small)
moments
when she laughs

unaware,
unrestrained,

like a thousand
crimson flowers
staining the air where she sits,
blooming in the brightest corner
of a forgotten shop
in Landen Square.

and in these moments,
when the rain collides with ground,
and stuns the dust,
it's enough to forget
the small miseries that
colors our lives.