Every day I search
for the hidden beauty within,
the fallen autumn-leaf poetry
floating down the cold city street
that is often so mean to so many.
We all perish and fade from memory,
we all leave behind mostly items
destined to be tossed away
as meaningless to our survivors.
The real work is to create
some spiritual radiance
that leaves a lingering smile
in the wake of your long departure.
3: 29AM 12-7-2017
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Every day I search for the hidden beauty within, the fallen autumn-leaf poetry floating down the cold city street that is often so mean to so many. Hidden beauty within., ja dear poet. a true poet always searches for the inner and hidden beauty.... may your eyes awake to see that and enjoy it. tony