Vanity Poem by Eloida Capuno
Vanity
the earth is plain
depraved of beauty
you needed a plow
to even the imperfect
landscape
you soften the soil
removed the weeds
and patiently chose
the most beautiful
flowers to plant on it
you hone them
water them everyday
until you created
a perfect view
you admire your garden
it is better than
the others
they loved it too
now the butterflies
are in for the taking
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