We have endings just to gain new beginnings. And ugliness do exist, that is no lie.
I can see the poetry in things that I do not like.
And wonderful things do die.
Human faces are made for hide and seek.
But darkness shows the twinkle in your eye.
Dance in the rain only in the dark.
And I hear that silent sigh.
Promises make or break, hope lights or blinds,
And there are bittersweet miracles in a single goodbye.