In Darkness, We Find Beauty

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 The way her hair lay on her head,

Tightly pulled together into a bun.

The shimmer of her skin in the sun’s cast.

Small beads of sweat gliding down slowly,

In darkness,

We find beauty.

The small dog licks wildly on the colorful cone,

Letting its small belly be filled with a sweet treat.

Her poise tells us a story only she knows,

Yet her lips tell us the confidence that seeps through,

In darkness,

We find beauty.

The glass half full or half empty, 

Maybe it's empty,

Or maybe it's full,

That’s only for you to decide.

But in darkness,

We find beauty. 

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