Nevermarked

jwhhobbs22

Jan 13

1 min read

No one can ever truly mar

Beautiful things

Place words and

Attempt peer pressures

They can go out of style

Be judged out of their merit

Kept enclosed or

In dark days fade from mind

But like sands and stones

Massaged by persistent waters

It is a Form, a Truth, a statement

That there is beauty

And what is a marvel can endure.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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