Day 7, Gilding a Lily
There was something beautiful
Standing in the middle of town
Something perfect the way it is
Then they took that thing whose stone life was full
And from it's thrown of beauty they tore it down
To their dark eyes it was no longer perfect but amiss
No more did that beauty stand proud and tall
It is now hunched, laden with gold
Perfection hidden by other men's dreams
Someday soon that beauty will fall
All the additions are impossible to hold
This beauty will fall, breaking at it's seems
All because, for some nothing is good enough
Because to them, even perfect beauty is rough
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The 365 Day Challenge
A challenge I have now taken on.
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