Morning Dew

Behind every pretty flower is usually a drop of tear.

Dew will dry, flower will wilt, and color will fade

What makes the delicate strong is its ability to bend

When the world is filled with color we are often attracted by the elegance of black and white.

Does all beauty fade so easily?

And the dew, evaporates with the rising sun, then disappears.

Sometimes love is not round,
for not even earth is a perfect sphere.

And purity doesn't always comes in white.

Often beauty is brazenly revealed,

So we overlook the broken cornor that calls for our attention.

Tears are our way of expressing ourselves,
and even a blade of grass is entitled to its own tears.

Pearl sent this to me, all credit to her.


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