See The Beauty With Strength



How can you live that way?

To see a world for all its fault.

How can you condemn its entirety?

When music lights the air you breath.

When literature brightens the words you speak.

When nature swells with joyous glory.

When life simply . . . is.


How can you not see the beauty?

When did your senses die so?

When did they fall victim to the anger and the hurt?

I should like to help you heal.

To see the beauty of the world as strongly as you see the ugly.

But it is you who must heal yourself.

I regret,

I cannot.