Something like you
is strangely beautiful
back in California
I saw a few hills
it was 8:42 pm
pitch black
covered in fog
the landscape could barely be seen
just a dark outline across the starry sky
fog rolling across the top
a beauty, that is so effortless
there is no need for pictures
just something that's already there
for only those with pure eyes
only those that can see beauty in everything
could notice all the star
all the sprouting trees
eyes like mine, eyes like yours
can see the way the sky hugs the line
between the atmosphere and the earth
only those, like you and I
can see real beauty
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Starry Nights & Budding Flowers
PoetryPoems for various kinds of hearts. Whole, broken, mending or innocent.