Such an underappreciated word Only for the rarity Of the sound.
Gazing into waves Of underestimated potential Gives me the conclusion That rare things Are the most beautiful to find.
A heart looking for a beat, a rhythm to adjust to;
Why search for formality When a quiet uniqueness Takes upon a greater style? A writer is only sympathized with When the artist takes upon A new rhyme.
Here lies the bird who will not soar.
But only for the fear Of not being able To land.
Spread the wings that let gleaming rays seep through.
A wandering eye Will not let go of the sight.
A new constellation Among a thousand galaxies;
It will not go undiscovered If their stars choose To gleam the brightest.