So late at night I wonder
of things that just wont be
sometimes I start to realize some people just don't see
the beauty all around us swallowing us all up
they refuse to see the beauty --and
blind themselves with darkness
so solemn people wait--for joy to come to view
but to to see with eyes shut tight is rather hard to do
the art that life does bring us can never be quite named
beauty gets terribly close but still is not the same
although we can't describe it
surely we can see, the beauty that is so very dear
and and quite unique to me
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
So late at night I wonder
of things that just wont be
sometimes I start to realize some people just don't see
the beauty all around us swallowing us all up
they refuse to see the beauty --and
blind themselves with darkness
so solemn people wait--for joy to come to view
but to to see with eyes shut tight is rather hard to do
the art that life does bring us can never be quite named
beauty gets terribly close but still is not the same
although we can't describe it
surely we can see, the beauty that is so very dear
and and quite unique to me
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