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True Beauty
Blue is the sky
Above the clouds,
Beyond the blackened trees.
And the sun shines bright,
Glittering amongst the dry, dead leaves.
The grass is green
And dry and brittle,
Dying beneath my feet.
But through the death and sorrow,
A splash of yellow colours peeks through,
A dandelion, a flower taken often for granted,
Showing the truth:
The nothing is just as it seems.