BEAUTIFUL MESS
I
Dark night weaves lies, thread by thread—
Joy blooms bright, then snaps like blade.
Solitary stand, in desolate shade—
No laugh rings out, no word is said—
Soul adrift, homeward bound to fade.
II
A glimmer creeps through crevice and air—
Soft kiss on brow, where thoughts once were.
It settles deep, beyond despair—
Warms the cold, untangles the care—
A quiet light we can’t help but share.
III
Whispers drift through mist and stone—
“Life bends sharp, then curves back home.
It twists and tangles, flesh and bone—
Chaos we hold, blessed and unknown—
A BEAUTIFUL MESS, all our own.” ...🌘✨01292026 ©LanZhan
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