---
He ran to the garden
and picked a rose
as if there was a burden
that would trick his toes.
Genuinely, he smiled
at the sight
of the rose he thought was mild
and as pure as white.
As fast as how he reached
the garden,
he threw away and ditched
the rose he had by then.
He said, "It's so sad
that the beautiful
has gone bad
and made me tearful."
Half of the incident
might be his sin,
'cause the place where he went
is full of things he hasn't seen.
'Cause looking only at one flower,
which is too pretty,
won't make you see others' power
and own definition of beauty.
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Rhythmic
الشعر𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙢𝙞𝙘 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "Not all things in life rhyme with your will."
