The Beauty of Gray Skies, Colorful as Butterflies

November 26, 2008
By museums.and.more SILVER, Belmont, Massachusetts
museums.and.more SILVER, Belmont, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
Fixed me in this parenthesis;
Horses fluent in the wind,
A place, a time gone out of mind."

-from "The Eye-Mote" by Sylvia Plath.


Moths were once the most beautiful creatures.
Colorful as the butterflies, and elegant features.

But one gloomy day when the angels felt down.
The moths used all their colors, and were left only with brown.
They created a bright, beautiful, radiant rainbow.
The angels were happy, and so were the people below.

Don't judge the girl who wears all grey.
She may look dull, ordinary, and plain.
But her personality isn't necessarily the same.

The beauty of gray skies.
Colorful as butterflies.
Charming as the sunrise.

You may be pretty now, but you're beauty will fade.
And only your personality will remain.

You call him a freak, because he wears all black.
You think he's weak until he strikes back.

You're too busy thinking you're a princess.
To even take the time to notice.
The person behind the faltering smile.
Who doesn't give a care about your personal style.
Who has done something worthwhile.

The grace of a violent storm.
Elegance reformed.
Jagged, frayed, and torn.

Don't judge a person by their looks.
The cover's not always like the book.


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