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Butterflies can’t see their own wings
That’s why they don’t know how beautiful they are
Maybe you’re a butterfly too
You just don’t know how beautiful you are yet
I saw this written on a scrap piece of paper in a library, I think it means a lot to some people
If you stop and really think about it

We are not withering

We are simply creating what was not yet

C.K
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 Apr 2021 Tapiwa Individualist
AE
You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night

The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin

You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a child’s curiosity

The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them

And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted

To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies

But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun

And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood

Lost in translation I’m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; you’re nothing, but to me; you’re my dreamland
Awakened. In-between a dream
and the cool, blue breeze;
A breeze that rushes through these pleats;
Enlivening the senses.
Truly alive through the blues
of every shade and hue;
No matter how wild these waves become.

The great pleasure of movement;
All life supported by Ocean.
Delighting the senses of the mind.
Rushing from dark depths to sparkled skies;
Engulfing, enormous mouthfuls
of seawater, the taste like a humans tear.

Across thousands of miles, she glides
with the certainty of distance
and satisfaction of her sounds.
A beauty far from a concept
yet a reality born by the stars.
It is in everyone of us,
everyone who dares to dream.

The embodiment of character
and her spiritual nature
lies above all features and traits.
Like every man, woman and child,
freedom is all and everything.
Unique, yet not solitary,
for she has a calf in tow

Man may never infiltrate
the unfathomable soul of a whale.
Given to her, the greatest gift
that nature bestowed on any mammal.
This truth is unknown except
by a divine revelation.
Nature and spirituality
So it seems you sit in your deepest wound
what to do, dear
what to do except
be extra kind to it
so that it
finally
may heal
I pray to Universe, It feels very painful.
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