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Beauty

A flower die when there’s not much water, but a path dies when there’s abundance of water.
Even though these are tragic scenarios,
you’ll only see tragic if you’re narrow-minded.
Despite the flowers die it leaves a part.
It might be dry, but it creates a way that might lead to paradise .
Even when the path is full of over grown, untamed, wild flowers.
It creates paradise right in the midst of open eyes, though it’s not in a secret place with a dry narrow path.
They are eyes that will never see its beauty and poison it, without a second thought.
Not everything of beauty is meant to be seen by every eye.
Some are meant to be hidden away.
They’re meant to be difficult to find .
Sometimes that’s what makes them one of a kind.
Because it’s hiding out of sight or in plain sight.

©A.J.

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