Why worry about something that is not in our control?
Why do we try to fit into some role?
With endless love, fulfilled with flowers,
You'll have way better inner powers.
Not with good looks, but with heart's beauty,
You can give back your given duty.
Not with false words and deprivation,
But with sharp focus and true dedication.
Don't look up or down, but far ahead,
The more you do - the more your love will spread.
Not the platonic wild obsession -
But calm and positive progression.
Don't try to own one's feelings, cause aggression,
Stop making someone your material possession.
Do good, not harm, don't ask to give you back,
Only give and you'll receive twice back.
A quick change of weather brought me to stare outside the window
Standing near the porch, I was then surprised to see snow falling
Almost a month when cherry blossoms began to say hello
Here comes a chilling wind and a surprise snowfall in spring
Hearing its sound, a thread of sad memories began to flow
This pushed me back to the hour of pain, strain, and self-blaming
Worried about the blossoms and pretty wild flowers in the meadow,
I looked around and saw green grass and birds happily chirping
Oh! the woods smell sweet, snow becomes rains and the little stream flows
And everywhere I turn around, I see hope in everything
Plus who among us would not care, cherish and will not go
To admire a lovely tree where blossoms are hung with snow in spring
~A snowy day in spring!
You're stunning with all your "flaws".
Your "flaws" make you unique.
Your "flaws" make up your physique.
All your "flaws" are your true beauty.
They make you shine brighter.
The "flaws" make you a human.
"Flaws" make you complete.
Nothing is a bad flaw.
If you're not as skinny as the other girls
You're not fat you're curvy.
If you're not as fit or as good looking as the other guys,
You're not hideous, unlovable you're a late bloomer.
(Even if you are like 23 or freaking 67 doesn't matter)
We all have "flaws", whether we choose to accept them or not, determines whether or not they are bad thing.
Comparing often denotes individual worth of something/someone.
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