To Find Fault
In life, does one find fault;
Does one realize the power of one’s words?
Are they passionate? These words-
Do they spill from ones lips?
With accidental; frivolous; nonsensical gibberish?
Or do they come forth with a momentous splendorous voice?
Is ones character flawed?
With uncouth and vulgar conduct?
Try not to find fault with polished images of handsome,
lucid, glowing features upon faces of elegant (not ugly)
But beautiful, impeccable faces scared with kisses from life
That creates, an original creature of mirrored admiration viewed by the world.
So one will find peace in placid fields of non-judgmental candidness and truth
And forge forward being accepted and loved.
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