What Becomes Beautiful

An artist will, sketchbook in hand,
Stare and flatten each
Human element to its nature –
Its small nature. 

But what is mortal
Must be loved in its entirety,
With all its texture,
Until it becomes beautiful.

by Suzanne Bronson on Monday, August 25, 2008

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