embedded in your bark?
What beetles,
or stones, perhaps,
flower here beneath your skin;
sweet rubies, whose smooth
and sudden aberrations
give texture and color
to the crown of your existence?
What tragedies and challenges
have transformed this simple life
into a work of art,
whose depth and beauty
compels me to stop
and bathe my eyes in wonder?
1 comment:
This and the other image below are striking.
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