“Thank you”
How beautiful these words are,
Wrapped with crystals of gratitude and proximal harmony.
Beautiful, are those moments;
We look toward the mirror,
Utterly appreciating our reflections.
Beautiful, are those moments
Where darkness is a wave of peaceful splendor,
Void of emptiness and pain.
Beautiful, are those moments
Where we choke on our bad decisions & lay them by our graveside.
Beauty is when the heart desires consciousness.
Gratitude.
Give some love to Lawson Elijah by reading his previous entries for The Ugly Writers:
we have been too absorbed with just living our busy lives and we started to forget how to appreciate the beauty of the little things, things that many of us cannot live without.
I love how the poem sees the real beauty of reality
John Angelo S. Baisa, CIV193, Rule of Thirds, Depth of Field, Color
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