Blue

There are times I forget how I beautiful I am,
Clad in the fine thread of worldliness,
My eyes look for me,
Once in a while, I stand bare,
Gaze at my reflection to see what others don’t,
That I am beautiful because I am graceful,
Without grace, I would be lost, 
One of the many faces in the maddening crowd.

Photo courtesy - The Song of The Sufi Masroof