She Sees Beauty

She is the thrift store painting of the flowers in a cup. You’ve seen her pull them on your walks. Her eyes light up and she reaches for the mundane but picks peculiar. She sees heaven in her flower and hands it to you. And now that she has seen your soul, she paints it brighter than you’ve ever known.

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