Nothing ever lasts, nothing is for sure
Judging from the plants is something I see pure
Stunning that the fact it’s coming to the floor
Becoming the detachments of something I’d explore
Touching all its fragments loving as before
Rubbing like a canvas I have to paint or draw
Indulging these attractions pumping in my core
Flooding like a palette is, brushing more & more
Running colors over damage butting what tore
But confronting what’s granted as something matured
Nothing ever lasts, nothing is for sure
Succumbing to this planet beauty in its flaws
Nothing is finished in the eyes of nature
As I exhibit in the finds I see later
In times I visit, sea waves rise, greater
In size in pics which are seen within layers
In highs so vividly free of no failure
To try to instantly be what’s on paper
Nothing is finished in the eyes of nature
Dusting off diminished finds under skies I cater
Nothing is perfect in the eyes of you
Worries of your surface are what lies in view
Alertly nervous of your size when nude
When in inversely curtains would open wide for you
I am certain to love all sides in bloom
And in burdens as much to see the smile of whom
I’d never love less in noon to moon to June
To whatever’s up next in routes you choose to move
Yep, the bruise of your essence should never be shut
I care less about your make-up… I’m more in how you wake up
‘Cause you stay true incorrupt by people rules
Nothing may be perfect, but to me it’s you
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