The allure of my broken heart,
Are the things blind to common eyes.
The wisdom of a mad man,
The fashion in his rags,
The beauty of a stray dog
How alien it is
To pet his rugged fur
The art in rust
The patterns that bring beauty
Where it is forbidden.
The calm
In a wild bull's eyes
When the cruel man who whips his back,
Lies breathless on the ground.
The silence of knowledge,
That outscreams the ignorance considered the wisdom of society.
Elliepoet
