None are bereft

Poem : Shadowed dark rising mountains in the horizon, the sky bleeding rawness in red, thin white clouds and flutters of a hundred birds flying from afar towards you

I don’t have an explanation for how the world is
I don’t have an answer to all that plagues you
but know this,
none are bereft of beauty
of preciousness
of dawn and dusk
of unbridled rawness..


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