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"beasuty" poems
It doesn't matter how so plain Or rough the crust may be, The kernel is what truly counts -- The part we cannot see. A piece of land perceived as good And ripe for human toil May yet prove unproductive Without the proper soil. Can we appraise the saber While still within its sheath, Or comprehend the ocean Unless we look beneath? Sights we often fail to see And thoughtlessly pass by May be those that satisfy The palate, not the eye.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
maurice-d-sassoon
Inner Beasuty
It doesn't matter how so plain Or rough the crust may be, The kernel is what truly counts -- The part we cannot see. A piece of land perceived as good And ripe for human toil May yet prove unproductive Without the proper soil. Can we appraise the saber While still within its sheath, Or comprehend the ocean Unless we look beneath? Sights we often fail to see And thoughtlessly pass by May be those that satisfy The palate, not the eye.
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