Poem: The Seamstress of Beauty
It’s not the yellow colour
That composes happiness
Or the green, red, blue patches
It’s a sacred ingredient of beauty
That combines colour, spirit and environment
The texture and the contours become intertwined
To unveil the mystical nature of beauty
It’s not the eye that gauges happiness
It’s the spirit within that is submerged in joy
Taste buds are fully loaded with succulent bits and pieces of happiness
The heart is both a vase and a bowl of beauty
Patches of beauty bloom all over its path
Sprouting all over the fabric of being
Creating a vase of beauty beyond imagination
She is a petal of beauty that stood on the tree of existence
Unwavering, she was the monument of happiness
Planted firmly on the fabric of life
She is an open window of beauty and happiness
Standing on a timeless branch of existence
She is fully dressed in happiness
She is the seamstress of beauty
©Kenneth Maswabi
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