The sun was on your face and you glowed in return.
You took a photograph and they were hid; all your hurt.
Broken and raw, covered up in sun dust;
Listening to the roar of insecurities and all,
Scolding at your face, yelling to keep shut.
Camouflaged beauty lion,
The one inside you is greater,
And you are not broken but raw;
Hiding in the coverup of sun dust.
Blessed are the colors
that spring forth good thoughts,
Like your face is the light of emotions;
Written down without words,
You light my mind up.
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