If beauty is the morning sun
as it emerges from darkness
to cultivate and replenish
Pain is agony which is felt
as leaves from trees began to melt
and hunger is alleviated with stone belts
If beauty is the evening moon
glamorous in its glee
to the highest degree
Pain is ferocious feelings of famine
feeding on victims of frantic panic
forcing their feet to flee like refugees
If beauty is the open sea
pain is shallow and would disagree
If beauty is a midsummer
night's breeze
Than pain is solitude
emptiness and hard to please
But please don't get it misconstrued
beauty is pain and pain is beauty
The trials and the tribulations
faced with every nation
from past
present
to future generations
So what makes us any different?
Abdisalaan Haji
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