Beautifully Ugly
Those moments in time, when you pause in life;
you stop to smell roses,
but never consider the thorns that cut like knives.
Perhaps on a sunny day, when a few clouds whisk by;
you make out the appealing shapes,
but never on a grey day when the sky makes you sigh.
Then there’s the spring, when everything is clean;
you admire the beauty,
but never admire the showers that leave a muddy scene.
It’s these and so much more, that you don’t consider as more;
to say such things are ugly,
means the eye has yet to see true beauty in the seemingly ugliest of sores.
This poem is about:
Our world
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