there is hidden beauty.
I've seen it.
I've seen it in an old face
ravaged
by time.
by wind,
by pain.
I've seen it in her eyes.
the glimmer
of yesterdays
gone by.
when love was new.
when the world was green.
when everything and
everyone
she ever knew was still
alive.
I've seen that beauty.
it's in
the stars.
the prism of color.
the rainbow after the rain,
when the clouds
split apart.
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