Beauty
So many cures that we’re sure of
Always remarking on what we sew of
We offer life a flight of a tale
So many have sight of
In my view
I choose to keep right
About what tends to me
And what keeps me in the light of
The stream that is endless
And continues through the night of
Or in the day of
Never ceases but pleases
My journey
Allowing a tight
Scope of brilliance
To let hope know it’s
Founded in what is white of
And so pure
Is the gate waiting for me
Showing me my beauty
Is but a delight of
God.
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I think your poem is great! I love your last few lines.