The beauty inside is a bliss,
It cannot be seen by sight
But the calming nature is felt
Miles beyond the frail heart.
The scenary is sublime,
The blues are groomed to deeper shades
happiness isn't quantified
The purity isn't personified
The ache is dull but not gone
Has someone seen a road being horned?
The realization of changes
and the time that has flown by
Makes me wonder, was it worth the try?
It was seen when behavior differed
Ignorance prevailed despite the ultimate note
Thats when my goals swayed
Beauty within or without
Star bright or dull, by virtue will not be proven wrong.
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Million Days
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