Proclaim as Beautiful Hoist upon your pedestal The Perfect impossible Heap shame upon our heads Alas the unattainable Woe us in pursuit For Beauty ever rests Before our very face In each crack and crevice Long ago torn and worn In every asymmetry that adorns A flowering is adored Also for its drooping petals And even for its thorns Love too that precious Is so tender and so sought Because of its fleeting warm Weight of My Heart Gold so dear so rare In its scars raw and bare Speaking a language shared MH 06.10.2024 Image: Isabel Decker
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