Perhaps beauty is not a thing
Perhaps it is a place
That resides elsewhere
Beyond the fair one's face
Perhaps a hint of kindness
Behind a secret smile
Perhaps a certain stranger
That stops and chats awhile
Perhaps a fragrant flower
That dances in the breeze
Or maybe the whisper
Of the wind through the trees
Maybe its that person
that simply says "I care"
Or it could be your lover
with the dark and shiny hair
It could be the person crying
With tears cascading down their face
Nothing left to live for
Until they find their saving grace
Many things are beautiful
you just have to stop and see
like stopping and reading this poem
Now, that is true beauty.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
Perhaps beauty is not a thing
Perhaps it is a place
That resides elsewhere
Beyond the fair one's face
Perhaps a hint of kindness
Behind a secret smile
Perhaps a certain stranger
That stops and chats awhile
Perhaps a fragrant flower
That dances in the breeze
Or maybe the whisper
Of the wind through the trees
Maybe its that person
that simply says "I care"
Or it could be your lover
with the dark and shiny hair
It could be the person crying
With tears cascading down their face
Nothing left to live for
Until they find their saving grace
Many things are beautiful
you just have to stop and see
like stopping and reading this poem
Now, that is true beauty.
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