Simple as a flower, 🌺
Delicate as a rose, 🌹
Beautiful as the eye of the beholder.
Simplicity at its finest,
Its weakest,
And at its most vulnerable.
To be simple is to be,
Open to destruction,
Open to the unknown.
To hold simplicity in your hands,
Is to hold a fragile heart,
Is to see its scars and bruises.
There is no finer specimen.
No finer substance.
No finer process of discovery.
No finer way to discover ones self.
Simplicity is to be open to ideas that are foreign to me.
Simplicity is to allow your brain to find knowledge.
Simplicity is to be the one who holds the child, and teach it to grow...
Never let being simple keep you from growing.
Never let simplicity be a hinderence.
Never hold simplicity higher then your own free will.
Because once you find simplicity, you wont leave...
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She Is Grace, I Am Destruction
PoetryA new start to a new year. I decided to finally publish this book. This has been one of my most kept secrets of mine. Destruction and Healing at its finest
