![]() Hands of pulchritudeA Poem by R.A. YoungbloodSo many things mysteriously happening.
We unknowingly Continue to live. So many theories, Questions, Answers, Illusions, Something we believe in. God's hands Have made our world, our life. Colors were scattering. Everything was forming, Precisely. Hands of beauty have created A beauty of nature, A beauty of life, A beauty of everything. But why aren't they creating something beautiful today? © 2014 R.A. YoungbloodReviews
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