Mountaints to some, but spots to others,
Temporal imperfections that sully the flesh.
Mounds of mundane elements, best not bothered,
Causes of clandestine remarks.
But look deeper and the truth can be seen,
Patience is needed and eyes unhurt by the obscene,
Such acceptance is rare in a life led by appearance
Yet once found is never forgotten.
Forsake the shell and embrace the divine
For this is happiness like a sweet wine.
So those spots and mountains matter not,
Despite social creed.
Errors one day will rot
And bring forth euphoric seeds.
| Acne, not |
I don't know, man, but I liked the rhyme and the rhyming, so good work. Take a gander at my work as well, if you please!!!
|| Posted on 2007-06-22 00:00:00 | by illuminate11 | [ Reply to This ] |