Gentleness reigns the heart,

All flaws are oysters singing out their crusty dirt in pearls of might

No whip, no scream is set this night under the closure of the shell

under the deep blue sky, no tear been shed in spite

What is beauty if we don’t experience the other side?

The dirt that burns the eye makes one weep in tears

All flaws are oysters singing their might

As the sea is washing the sands with shells rich in life

is to love another beyond dirt and touch their inner light.


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