The prettiest thing I see, is not
Happy ads on TV
Prancing horses that make-believe
Dancing bears that spray
Sparkling dust on fresh clay
Not
Brave, handsome masks
That put up a bold display
Winning accolades, swooning honor
But the gentle hands that cradle
a baby's cry
A comfort that speaks silence in volume to
tear of a tear
The touch that mends wallpapers
down memory's hallways
A beat of the heart that resonates
hope to dying chords
The swiftness of grace that loosens
the grip on furnace's trigger
A warm hug from the love
that promises a blissful ending
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