The Beauty of a Wall
The Beauty of a Wall
Let the vines cover the wall
Hiding all of the cracks
The flaws put there by man
Initials carved by ancient lovers
Imperfections of beauty
No one will know of them
No one will see them
They will be forgotten
Lost to time
Lost in the fantasy of perfection
Centuries later the wall has not changed
Has not given in to fashion
The wall still stands alone
Its true beauty hidden
But, it is still there with its imperfections
With a pride that it knows its beauty
Its worth to the universe
Even if no one ever looks at it
Or sees beneath the vines
It is beautiful
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2015
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