The
Beauty of a Wall
Let
the vines cover the wall
Hiding
all of the cracks
The
flaws put there by man
Initials
carved by ancient lovers
Imperfections
of beauty
No
one will know of them
No
one will see them
They
will be forgotten
Lost
to time
Lost in
the fantasy of perfection
Centuries
later the wall has not changed
Has
not given in to fashion
The
wall still stands alone
Its
true beauty hidden
But,
it is still there with its imperfections
With
a pride that it knows its beauty
Its
worth to the universe
Even
if no one ever looks at it
Or
sees beneath the vines
It is
beautiful
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