Beauty Arises
As the Storm crashes down;
beauty arises within.
Age wears away stone;
making lines in your face.
Beauty comes in Spring;
but exists everywhere.
Through the broken branches of Death;
I see a beauty.
Through pain and agony of destruction;
a light shines.
Beauty is hope.
Beauty is faith for a better day.
Beauty is a day, long ago.
That will one day come again.
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2019
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