He writes the most beautiful things

Even in the dark, fireflies glow

and where rain falls, life flows.

 

He writes the most beautiful things.

 

Love hangs in the air, as two sit in silence

Hands held out, and clasped in defiance

where misery is overruled.

 

Eyes turned upward, by the smallest of care,

It doesn’t take much humanity, to bring about repair.

 

And he writes, the most beautiful of things.

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