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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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To love

To love is to die
And to die is to love
For I gave up control
I trust you with my soul
With my eyes blindfolded
I let you lead the part
Though my hand and my feet are tie
I still walk.
For your love lead the way; in the dark
I’m not afraid to walk.
I’m one step closer to being fearless
I have learned to trust again
All the wall I built slowly fall
Only this time I let them,
I didn’t try to rebuild the wall.
You only live once I can hear, my thoughts.
So why not live it all?
Don’t be afraid to fall
You’ll never know how to walk
Don’t be afraid to talk
Speak out at any cost.

©️ By A.j.