• A rose petal falls at midnight
    Sitting upon the floor
    Existing just to exist
    Because when the sunrise arrives
    The petal once again will disappear
    It is just blown away carelessly
    Like I said this petal exists just to exist
    Content with its nothingness
    It enjoys being blown in the wind
    Unnoticed by the public eye
    Unpressured and unjudged by the prejudice man
    Its beauty is there
    Yet no one shall ever stare
    That is the very best part
    If there is beauty in one
    The heat of criticism
    Will burn it all away
    Beauty unseen is true beauty indeed