Sumyanna Writes


I choose
to follow
the unbalanced beauty
of nature’s grace
to observe
the splendor
of opening fields of flowers
on an early summer’s morn.
It is not,
that in winter
the fields are not
filled with decay,
nor that pain
does not exist
when the finger, is pricked,
but my thoughts linger
upon all the delight
and beauty
that exists.
And when I dream,
I hope
that someday
the world’s beauty
shall overcome
her sorrow.

© Sumyanna 2017

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