Egotistic

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oh how the wind blows

how the trees bend in honor

how the sky cries out  

screaming and Flashing love

for herself,

so selfish, is she not?

to keep such beauty hid

from all eternity.

we have seen but the outmost layer

or her beauty is still hidden

in the brown grass and wilted flowers

that soon turn grey with guilt

for fear of losing her.

so selfish she is

for shielding us

from her true extent

and here i am

asking for one more chance.

so selfish she is

to dare look at me with those eyes

and flash a smile so deep

my  soul melts.

and so selfish am i

to envy her handsome.
 

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