Blossoming

Oh. Beauty, I see

in the blossoming.

The growth I witness

and may proclaim to

be a miracle.

We, also, birth.

And know the nature

of pain.

With every beauty.

For those who see

For those who see,
and no longer blinded.
A cry for honesty.

Ridicule is certain.
Cognitive dissonance,
drop the curtain.

Feeling pain, along
the battle of right
and wrong.


Pleasure only comes
with hymns from
the soul drum.

Together entwined.
Sides of the sword:
dualities combined.

Trust wings given.
In the passion
keeping one driven.