Beauty

 

image credits- Kelly Smith

 

i peel off my orange skin,
there is a black spot
like the dust of an ebb.

in the soils, i see mundane butterflies
can beauty be insipid?

so what about the moon?
i know, you will say it has the insane spot.
so, why do people sprinkle beauty?
if beauty can be foul.

                                         ©My Valiant Soul

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A place like this

The epitome of peach shaped markings,
Defining the extended fields of valour and hope,
Drooling in my walnut bones,
Mingling in my solitary ebb,
Lies inside a place where my mother
Wakes me up from a cascading nightmare.
To the jubilant staircase of rainbow meadows,
To catch an intrepid molecule of a butterfly
Then to drink a cup of valour,
As I see a place like this
Rupturing, beaming.
Flickering amidst the stars in the sky.

Radiant Dreams

via Daily Prompt: Symphony

I match the hollows of my empty watered eyes

with the upcoming

flowers,

The dandelion dreams

shall not die

instead will

have coruscating thorns

in the symphony of a sweet puddle

to become the powerful lantern

of all times.

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