REALM OF BEAUTY

WINDOWS

There was a moment in time when the hazard to remain stretched in a bud,
It was more aching than the risk it took to blossom from dirty mud,
Many Gods, so many elegant Goddesses, and many more dogma,
So many pathways that wind and wind, towards more charisma,
Many of us are like color stained-glass window pane,
We all sparkle and shine when the sun is out, gone,
but when the darkness sets in, the true beauty is rebelled, and exposed,
only if there is a light from within the inner walls broken and composed,
There are two ways of spreading enlightenment
Either to be the white candle, or the blue mirror that reflects real light.
Your dense dark clouds are melancholic, but shimmering like dawn dew,
Light is sorrow, love needs to borrow, goodness are shown among few