Thorns

Never a rose without a thorn

Never beauty without a beast

Perfection never without a price

Only beauty that is free.

Beauty within the eye of the beholder

Musters beauty from within

Spread your wings and fly above

The ones lost that delve in sin.

 

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Days of Fall

A gentle breeze brings fall

The golden brown leaves to dirt and footsteps

The naked branch still clings to air

Skeletal fingers stretch toward grey abyss

See with ease as they tumble

And feel nothing for the fallen

No sorrow from the waiting crow

Or for the tree that blooms again

A brief poem inspired by my day of photography, I hope you enjoy.