The Curvature of Acceptance
THE CURVATURE OF ACCEPTANCE
You might accept me as I am,
with a strong heart
that bears two loves
in this free age.
You may feel the same way as me,
built with your pride,
moved by this sound:
proof of your grace.
For beauty in nature is curved,
and the moon turns
to keep a course
in such pitch black.
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