Roses are red, Violets are blue
This world is beautiful
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1 min readMar 7, 2020
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