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A poem on how life is seen differently through other's eyes. |
| Outwardly, you may believe you are not attractive, good enough, and you wonder why you must suffer through the searing pain the migraine of life the tears of angst the restraints of haunting thoughts that fight for your possession. You think you don't shine. So you are not perfect. But what I see is passion and fury glorius joy unbridled love healing strength and amazing grace But in my eyes all I see is the flicker of light that is you. shine on, beautiful soul. shine on, beautiful soul. |