Beauty Undefined

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Beauty Undefined

Elisabetta Panzica

Twas a seed that He once planted

With beauty undefined

For though gentle were its petals

Its stem was full of thorns

Twas both beautiful and

Ugly to behold

Yet from Where

Did all its beauty come?

This flower

Whose thorns so deeply cut

Into my lonely heart?

In the Winter time

Even though its frame

was old, shriveled up, and dry

Its beauty still would shine

Through the darkest corners

Of my soul

Through the shutters of my empty heart