To the Eye of the Beholder
There is beauty
to dirt and blood
to broken
fingernails
and loneliness
to a wheelbarrow in
rain
and ripe, purple
plums
to the hazy scent of
a life less lived
by a surrendered
book
and a left over
glove.
© Gry W Christensen
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