beauty in the eye of the beholder (Remove filter)
The dawn of awakening
After a long night of sleep,
That was immersed in darkness deep.
Here comes happily frolicking,
The beautiful dawn of awakening.
The crimson and tangerine rays arise,
And look how they fill up the beholder's eyes,
With hope, optimism and merriment.
The heavenly sight of plants dancing to the morning breeze,
Spreading their fresh earthly scent.
The birds filling in for t...
Wednesday 19th July 2023 6:35 am
Strange Fruit
Strange Fruit
“what is beautiful?”
asks Eliza
for she thinks
that she is not
because they tell her
she is not
“why are they hurtful?”
as if the outside
somehow sullies
what is inside
and insinuates the sour
to what is sweet
“why do they ridicule?”
the size the shape
the roughness of my skin
the growths
the fact my spine
Is out of...
Monday 4th June 2018 12:36 pm
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