Beautiful Lies.

People talk about beauty,

In people

In things

In thoughts

And emotions.

People see beauty

In seemingly complete things

In perfectly-timed photographs

And in flowing poetry.

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A captivating picture

Of a pretty flower,

The one with the rain drops

About to splash on its petals,

Is a lie.

A momentary truth, a forever lie.

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In moments,

The flower gets drenched,

And falls of the plant

In the torrential rains,

The very rain which made it beautiful,

Becomes the reason of it's death,

Gets stepped upon,

Eventually perishing into nothingness.

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But who says this isn't beautiful?

For me it is.

There is a strange melancholic beauty,

In how that glorious picture

Is a beautiful lie.

That moment captures

The utter longing of the flower

To kiss raindrops

But fails to show

The future where

It eventually dies

Because

Of the very same raindrops.

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The melancholy I see

Behind the moment's beauty

Is the way,

How no matter how unbelievable it seems,

There was a moment so perfect

When this beautiful lie,

Was an overwhelming truth.