Ugly Beauties

All the things of this world are beautiful if they don’t make themselves ugly like people. Crazy incontinent waves did not respect the sea when they destroyed the honest canopy of love. Drops of rain did not fulfill the clouds when they deleted the words in the dictionary of trust. Oh! how bitter were those apples which fell from the ugly beauty’s trees and putrefied the garden. Sorrowfully the sun sat no longer listening to the abusive words of the scentless blossoms that interrupted him and threw stones at him. Glasses were full of the wine of dishonesty when the silver moon lighted on the table of the night. Oh! they were frantic who could not stop the sun from its journey, they who ignorantly, rudely, proudly Walk the earth Then late, late Calm down in its depth. Spring has not yet come roses withered – beauties that were so ugly inside that the fell not once could they hold or shake the hand of tranquility. All things are beautiful in this universe if they don’t make themselves ugly like people. 2005