That evening in late-July
Was one of great importance.
I'd always believed in beauty.
In any form.
Though I'd never seen it myself.
I went outside
When the sun was sinking low
In the sky.
Lighting bugs began to glow
The songbird's sang quietly
And I sat on my front porch.
It was then
And only then
That I looked up and saw the clouds.
A blinding beauty.
It was as if the Heavens were shining down on the world.
In hues of pink and orange.
I dropped to my knees, looking up at that sky.
And finally, for the first time in my life,
I saw the beauty in the world.
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Miscellaneous Poetry ❤️
PoetryA few poems I've written here and there 🎀 Trigger Warning: Some of these poems will contain references to suicide, death, and/or mental illness. Much of my writing does deal with some heavy stuff. Read with caution ❤️
