Snow blackest before crocuses appear
Green leaves make way for red and gold
Cobalt nights yield periwinkle mornings
For Beauty is wasted without the other
Starkness gapes through broken windows
Burnt bricks purge violence
Children play amidst the urban rubble
Glass pebbles rain on hopscotch squares
Ugliness transforms own beauty
Eyes are jaded as they age
Or do we open them further
Sunlight to filter or blind
How can the world hold all its shame?
Wondrous beauty hold staggering injustice
Without growth life wilts mournfully
Droughts the mind and soul
Has the balance tipped?
My colors fading unattractive
Sorrowful death weeps for beauty
Splendor cries for release
Hold tight the blighted
Caress the telltale disease
Nature cures in balance, time
Embrace the bleakness around you
I came back to read this once more. Much beauty-
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Thank you. So I can keep writing poetry?
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I wish you would
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I’m rusty
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