Beauty lives and beauty thrives
no matter where or when
even the fallen – they can rise
to live – to dream again.
But everywhere you try to seek
a whisper you may hear
some in darkness – love to dwell
they’ll gladly grab your ear.
But their sad ventures – all in vain
for sincere hearts still seek
they’ve found beauty without – within
their hearts – in beauty – speak.
© Sumyanna 2015
* The artwork was made by my daughter.