We’ve called so many things beautiful,
The sky and they way it
Is an eternity we know is fated to end,
The flowers and how vulnerable they are,
Yet seem to have the human race
Dropping to its knees just to get a whiff,
The galaxies and the way they are known
Yet untouched and an epitome of mystery,
The wind and the way it seems to change
The scent it carries- with the season,
And we’ve called so many things
Beautiful, rested our hearts amongst them
And let our soul be soothed,
By things that seem to never disappear
But never appear either,
Yet I’d like to know what
About you makes the world look small,
And the word beautiful lose its meaning-
For aren’t you a world all on your own
And doesn’t beautiful aim to be you?

Sapphire Red


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