Real Is Rare

In fields of faces, filtered, fair,

A genuine smile, a breath of rare.

A world of masks, a curated scene,

Where honesty's a treasure, seldom seen.

Words like feathers, light and bright,

But truth's a diamond, hard to find at night.

Promises whispered, like fleeting smoke,

Real connections, a fragile oak.

Vulnerability, a whispered sigh,

Tears that fall from a welling eye.

Laughter's echo, untamed and free,

A symphony of the soul, wild and true, you see.

For in the shallows, where shadows creep,

Real is rare, a treasure we must keep.

Let down your guard, let your spirit soar,

Embrace the raw, for that is what's worth living for.