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Things I Didn't Know
by Ben Nelson
I don't understand how beauty
is so hard for some to see.
I look at a withered tree alone
I see one holding on
to life for years, independent,
needing to be big and strong.
Other people pass and see
an ugly, half dead, pile of lumber.
I see the most beautiful spirits
get cast the most horrible
names. It feels like I'm watching
people spit at a sunset, or a man
pouring oil into crystal blue waters.
How do people go on not seeing
life and harmony? How can they
want happiness
when they are so bitter?
Beauty is in the dried leaves
blowing in circles
while you throw vulgar language
for them leaving their place.
I don't understand how people
are so blind to such beauty.
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