victoria martinez


The Beauty We Ignore


I am the beauty
The beauty in the summer *the heat*
We ignore it
.
I am the beauty
The beauty in the winter *frozen cold*
We ignore it
.
I am the beauty
The beauty in the fall *dying life*
We ignore it
.
I am the beauty
The beauty in the spring *birth of nature*
We ignore it
.
I am earth
I bare all seasons
And you ignore me

Submitted: Tuesday, January 24, 2006

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  • Victor Ekpo (8/8/2006 1:53:00 PM)

    Good read. You do well to use the negative (heat, falling leaves) as something possessing beauty. (Report) Reply

  • Preeti - is here! (3/2/2006 12:37:00 AM)

    hey..very well written...indeednever thougth about (this lil' earth who bares all seasons...and stiill is ignored..) this before i raed ur poem.

    good one! ! (Report) Reply

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