The artist
The curious
The outsider
The creative
The rebel
The unique
The quixotic
The strange
And unusual
The one who cannot
Be put in a homogenous box
The wild one
The free one
The writer
The dancer
The poet
The player
The bent
And the broken
The one who turns their back
On the herd
Jumps the gate
And flees into the hills
Just because they can
Or because they long
To feel the wind on their skin
Celebrate them, they keep beauty alive
And if you are one, celebrate
You are more valuable to the world
Than you may know.
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Thank you Kavi for Keeping Beauty Alive with such simply profound words. I needed this today.