Roses are red, Violets are blue

This world is beautiful

Photo by Angelos Michalopoulos on Unsplash

At rock bottom, my lowest,
choking on the foul,
the bitter burning evils
lost to peace, comfort;
I shone my brightest.

When it hardens you,
the world, its turmoil
gunning for your soul,
karma wagging its tail;
life’s kiss is softest.

In this garden perfect,
nature’s imperfection jammed
with breathtaking beauty
like early 20s Aphrodite;
imperfection is perfect.

The world may hide it,
but goodness runs wild,
infecting every soul,
even the seemingly soulless;
you’ll find peace too.

Ngang God'swill N. ©2020