Dressed

There is nothing quite
as beautiful
As a carnation
dressed in red.
Except a field of grass
dressed in rain,
In early morning sun.
Nothing.
Except a sunset
lit in orange,
Dressed in tinge.
Nothing.
Except a saxophonist
dressed in jazz.
Nothing.
Except a pavement
dressed in pavement art.
Nothing.
Except you.
Dressed in smiles.

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