Finger prints
I often wondered why
Can’t I
See the beauty in a plastic jar
Touch the warmth of an iron bar
Feel the passion of a metallic car
Unlike a rose, a bird, a baby, a tree, a stone, or a star
Suddenly, I came to realize
That all real beauties
From the largest galaxy
To the smallest grain of sand
Carry the same mysterious
Fingerprint
The one and only
The original
Signature of God
Yet on the others you read:
Artificially
"Man-made"
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