beauty is there in the opaque
things near him,
heart embraces
all of those that are not obvious
to the eyes,
frail humanity opts
for what is there laid
in openess
hurt, the option for
what was not there
clear as pain,
and
bloody, regret comes
bowing,
bad choices, self
inflicts upon self
nature sighs
patience waits
hardness cracks
like shells on
the feet of mankind
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