He's so different,
Like a breath of fresh air
When the sky is filled with smog.
His view of the world,
So hopeful and true.
Even the most tainted of things,
Can be washed clean with his gaze.
It's like good is nestled in his bones;
Making up his soul.
Taking his paintbrush of light,
And stroking the dark,
Out of the world's canvas.
Making the world a brighter place,
With each gentle gaze.
When our eyes met,
I could feel every sin shrivel inside me,
Like a flower during winter.
His different was beautiful.
All different is beautiful.
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