There Is A Beauty To Sadness Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

There is a beauty to sadness
like raindrops on petals of rose
like fading blossoms of gladness
that scatter when the cold wind blows.

Like a star that falls to the earth,
there is a beauty to sadness
like a child unwanted from birth
seeking love on lips of madness.

I know the breadth of this badness,
the shadow of its darkened wings.
There is a beauty to sadness
like a guitar with broken strings.

Like tears hiding behind a smile,
the breath that lips will never press
whose joy but lasts a little while.
There is a beauty to sadness.