Wednesday, January 12, 2022

Open Beauty


Open Beauty
By Lord R.e. Taylor

Sometimes, somewhere
A beauty is created
A beauty never seen before
It could be a natural painting
Or a sculpture created alone
But we are the ones who benefit
The ones who see the miracles
The ones who love nature
And the ones who will protect them

© Poem -  I/XII/MMXXII


 

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