Beauty In the Eye of the Beholder
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Rare trees and abandoned homes
Where doors are full of bullet holes
And the wicked sun tries to dye the paint
On the walls that smell like a salty water
Of the place where mermaids sang to Ulysses.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Traffic jams
giant malls
toxic environment
Everyone is in a hurry
Even the guys filling the air with Hari Rama
Brining hope for no one
And money for beneficiaries.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
I escaped to the peaceful land
It keeps me rested and maybe a bit bored
So I take a train to a bigger city when needed.
I am still learning how to love all the places
Find a light in the darkness
And the Golden Ratio in the chaos.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
And I am trying to be the one.
11/06/2022
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