Wrapped in black <br />Old, dirty, dusty, damaged <br />Held inside is something beautiful <br />A cold vacant stare <br />Breaks passed the overnight smell <br />and old particles of hair <br />Something beautiful is in the shell <br />Wrapped in an old dirty jacket <br />I see you when the sun peers over trees <br />but we can’t see it here<br /><br />Moth Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ash-misguided/
