THE THEATER OF MY DAYS

I’ve been impervious to beauty
and I have been enchanted by its power.
I’ve  turned my back on what’s alluring
and then embraced the same.
So often it is not the stage
but the heart of the one who sees.
I carry to the theater of my days
so much beyond the scenery.

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