Beautiful Misery

A single tear,

Seeping out, oh so discrete,

Sweet as n e c t a r

As g o l d e n as the Sun.

It runs down a sorrowful and beautiful face,

Lands on the d e a d and decayed Earth.

S u r p r i s e shines in those eyes;

A flower has bloomed,

"Impossible" she breathes,

And the b r e e z e awakens and blows through her long hair,

She runs her fingers through her l u s c i o u s brown locks,

And suddenly the clouds part ways,

Revealing the a u r e a t e Sun,

It's rays making the flowers b l o o m fuller, brighter,

The rain drizzles s o f t l y down,

Spattering her golden b r o w n skin,

The world finally breathes,

And to think

All of this was born from her wonderful misery,

A whole new world full of nature and beauty...

~Mariya