When something becomes ordinary
Does it cease to be beautiful?
Or is it that when something becomes beautiful
It ceases to be ordinary?
Is the everyday life beautiful
Or is it the spikes of random brilliance
Like dying stars
That is beautiful?
Or are beautiful things only beautiful
If someone thinks that they are?
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
