Your soul is too beautiful to decay,
Too priceless to just fade away.
Or to be thrown in the trash,
Like waste, junk, rubbish...
Your soul is not reprehensible,
It is not unwanted and undesired.
Don't share yourself with the blind.
With those unable to see your soul,
With armatures that can't appreciate art.
Get up, you are a gem.
Stop wailing for the blind to see.
Don't allow yourself to decay,
You are nothing short of a masterpiece.
You just have the wrong audience,
Because a true artist sees a masterpiece,
Even from a thousand miles away.
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A beautiful and inspiring poem. Well crafted and executed write. Liked the picture attached to the poem. It enhanced the beauty of this write.