It's hard to admit
How the real beauty of this world
I can't see
The hidden serendipities
Their whimsical dreams
Maybe the reason
Is pure ignorance
On how I can't first see
The beauty
In me
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Adore Yourself
Poetry"On the bus stop I see you there Walking on air Somehow you've changed For the better..." {Adore Yourself: Change Yourself} 🌒...