Tall sky scrapers of Shanghai .
Pips belonging to apples .
Make up in handbags .
Staines on the carpet , made by red wine .
Paintings centred within gold frames.
Messy desk tops .
Old and filled up , address books .
Action packed comic books .
C.D. covers .
Traffic lights .
Rain drops .
Snow balls .
Light bulbs .
Your eyes .
A little creature , inside it's sea shell .
A slow trail , belonging to a snail .
A squirrel , when it's hibernating .
The alphabet in a book .
The numbers in your old maths book .
The dreams inside your head .
And a baby , inside it's mother's womb .
Hide me inside of a anyplace, where no man or woman has ever ventured into . Nor heard or witnessed , the phenomenon this world has to offer us .
The End .