Good afternoon my fellow mankind. I was going through my photos, and I came across this absolutely stunning one. (Not trying to brag or anything, but I thought I did pretty well 😏.) Anyway, I looked at it for a while, and all that was going through my mind was urges and drives pressuring me to do a post about it – so here I am, squeezing my creativity sponge until there is basically nothing left!
Now I realize this poem doesn’t exactly reflect upon the image flawlessly, but these were the ideas that sparked from seeing this picture, so maybe just enjoy them separately…
Having said that, remember if you wish to leave a comment be polite and remember all our humane values. Feel free to leave any feedback, but any bullying or nasty comments will not be tolerated. Enjoy!

Divine in its way of pitiful despair Beauty written all over its rustic grim aura Its dark devastation so winsome to those who choose to see So misunderstood, only noticed for its imperfections and flaws Appreciation is a stranger Detestation is the familiar The popular opinion can make or break an individual Those cheeky whispers making their way through the world Into someone's ear And their heart Destroying them from the inside to out The fons et origo of egomaniacs This raw sentimentality allows them to dwell at night If only they could put a filter on life Shielding them Protecting them Flawless in its way of preserving innocence Pristine in its way of perpetuating purity Perfect in its way of cushioning the truth
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