As calm as one can be,
It is settled to be a treat.
It's invisible to the eye
When the light is identified.
It's beauty underrated,
It's a concept mistaken.
How can it be so mean,
When all I see is beauty?
Under a beacon so common
One can never know it
Unless they see it clearly.
Though it's frightening,
It is as delicate as the wind can be.
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Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
