Tue, 10/15/2019 - 13:51 -- Rroc13

What is beauty more than an effortless sway in the wind?
The course of action taken to divert attention from an ugly soul.
A hurt soul.
Disgusted by intrusion into the abyss that is neverending.
One filled with question. Hate. Desire.
Unworthy of discussion.
What has beauty become but a fashion for division?
Dividing souls not based upon character.
Oh, that would never truly matter.
Spirits split upon an existence beyond control.
What is beauty?
If a color, which would be ugly?
If mistakes could be beautiful the unknowing would prevail.
Beauty enriches the mind. Then,
It betrays the heart. Alas,
When you felt beauty was more than a covering, you placed your drenched heart unguarded. And,
All before you the beauty disappear.
No longer are you able to decipher the golden tresses from lifeless skin.
Lost without vision.
The future remains ugly.
What is beauty without first within?

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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