The Beauty Paradox

Photo by Arie Wubben on Unsplash

The earth is bleeding.
Wondering when the service
Would come to an end.

The sun is not smiling.
Agonizing for being alone
In the sky’s joyous lights.

The sea is roaring with grief.
Breaking the peace
By crashing the rocks.

Music is not gentle.
Cutting the time of the present
To the past’s precious moments.

Loving someone
who doesn’t know you exist
is suicide and nobody finds your body.