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Nuestra vida

They say a flawless life is a perfect life,
But I say the beauty of life lies in its imperfection,
Of a soul finding meaning in his constant struggles.
In the midst of madness and evil,
I see love, and sacrifice, of empathy,
making its way into the darkness,
guiding the path of life.
Such is life,
beauty amidst imperfection.

Cavaliere

The inherent within a person,
the inherent that can only be seen,
not by mere sight, superficial as it is,
but by the vision of the heart.
But the inherent, how can it be?
How can one seek such a delicate beauty?
A beauty cannot be explained by the naked eye.
Fatigue seeps, desperation, disheartenment.
But one could feel the inherent drawing near,
he feels yet he cannot find,
he closes his eyes.
He wakes up only to find the same old brook,
the similar sound of running water,
dry leaves as dry as the quest for love,
washed away by the torrential stream.
He turns back,
birds singing the requiem of love,
if only he could ride again,
again and forever,
with the love that can never wane.