Broken yet beautiful
People ask me why I love sunsets
As they mean everything has an end,
But it tells that whatever happens all day ,
A beautiful end can help it mend.
I love how the lonely clouds
strand in the sky, distorted,
And I realise that's the most
glorious thing I spotted.
It is beautiful as the weeping cloud pour
the raindrops, quite delicate to embrace ,
Yet broken but still adds to
the nature, it's grace !
Broken doesn't mean it is the end ,
If it's for things or people,
As they're still left with the pieces,
Though broken, much more beautiful!