A little poem of beauty
A huge message of love
Forever seeking the language that sets our sights above
The rigmarole of life’s duties and sometimes living rough
Developing a thick skin, even appearing slightly tough
As we become acquainted with the softness abiding inside
Never from the world, our true selves can we hide
Oh shine our true real beauty, on such glory we can ride
Over all of life’s boulders with surefootedness we do glide
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