‘Beauty will save the world.’
I read as just mere words.
Empowering charming hopeful,
but when has beauty saved?
You have the right to say?
A life through hard and pain?

But then. At once, it hit,
tears swelling in my eyes.

The dirt where life can grow,
The skies where stars they shine,
The drums where sound can groan,
The birds they sing ‘till nine.

And then at once it hit,
tears rushing down my face.

All days I did not live,
how could I be so dense.
All days I spent in vain:
My heart it aches and aches.

I long for day to come;
When free from my own will.
I hope for peace in some,
Beauty will save the world.

7 May 2024