Beauty’s Sting
When I view lovely mountains,
those white-topped purple tents.
Or the ocean rolling rumbling vast and deep,
hiding wondrous
worlds.
Or the desert with Saguaro
stretching their limbs toward Heaven.
I hurt with regret
of not being immersed in beauty more often.
I make a promise to myself
that I seldom keep.
1 comment:
This is just lovely!
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