Beauty—Everything in the World We Can And Can't See
The drought of summer
And the heat it brings.
Each are supposed to be awful things.
The howl of animals
And their deathly cries.
Staying away is said to be wise.
The cold of winter
And the branches cold.
Each are ugly, so I've been told.
The darkness of night
And the fear we think.
Each are dangerous, like a spill of dark ink.
The shadows of darkness
And the things they hide.
Each are horrifying, said to be where the evil abides.
The clouds of rain
And the storms that come.
Each are dreary, said to make you glum.
...
But what is so bad
With the black of night?
The drought of summer?
The animals' cries?
The chill of winter?
The shadows of night?
Why must beauty by reserved
To the elegant?
The graceful?
The delicate?
The good?
The sweet?
Why must all be
Charming
Alluring
Divine
Exquisite
To be beautiful?
What is wrong with the
Cold?
Dark?
Heat?
Shadows?
All is beautiful.
Even the sad.
Even the angry.
Even the chill.
Even the bad.
Even the wicked.
Even the things we cannot see.
And all the things we can...
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Poetry
PoetrySome of my poems! :) Please do not use any of my poems without both my permission and giving credit to me. Thanks! :D ~Blue
