Beautifully Different
If weird means seeing what others miss,
Then perhaps there’s beauty hidden in this.
An empty bench beneath the moon,
Can hold a thousand memories too soon.
Some call it lonely, some call it strange,
But hearts like yours see life in a different range.
You notice the silence, the spaces, the light,
And turn quiet moments into something bright.
Maybe being different isn’t a flaw,
It’s simply seeing what others never saw.
Every memory, every tear, every place,
Becomes another chapter written with grace.
So, keep your benches, your poems, your dreams,
Keep listening closely to life’s quiet streams.
Because what seems strange to someone passing through
May be a beautiful part of what makes you, you.
(RS, 2026)
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