THORNS HAVE ROSES

Why we always see the imperfection?
Why we always look for perfection?
Why we laugh if we saw a flaw?
Why we can't help someone who is low?

It is easy to look at light
But we keep on searching dark
We keep on finding black dot
on the world full of white

Beauty is in everyone
But it's your choice to see
Thorns have roses,
and you choose what you what to see

So I just recently finished my artwork "Thorns have roses" and I just made a short poem interpration of it.
By the ways here is my art piece.

You can see my WIP or Work in Progress post in here

Thanks for dropping buy and checking my piece. 'Till next time.