«Too greedy to pinpoint others' flaws
Too blind to name ours.»
They shimmer and glimmer.
Unwavering. Too bright.
Millions in each soul.
One bear it shamefully-Hiding their light.
But his he wore too proud.
his blue eyes dance
Upon others' one by one ,
Picking , poking , shouting
One after the other
mistakes he announce
To every blue to laugh at.
Yet his in safety- buried deep down.
Too proud to notice his.
Too easy to cry others'
Pick poke shout
An entertainment he excelled.
The others' easier to magnify, change , purify- hence blossomed each soul around.
Inside too black -flaws ash. They rot.
And so they knock him out.
//11.6.18//
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Nirvana
PoesíaShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
