Things are always better when they’re in rarity

For those who behold,
Let that be us all,
Value seems subjective
To these finite eyes of ours.

Seeing not pass, nor through
And desperate for light,
The things that we value shall soon seem to fade.
Before such is torn asunder.

Rarity is precious
And abundance is rich.
Thus beauty seems subjective,
Lost to the beholder.

Fear not its' absence,
But envy its' desire.
Separation is sought
Through differences all the same.

Cliché words that are often heard
Change us and how we think.
Beauty in rarity
Is that of the broader beholder.

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