Beautiful as faith!
Beautiful as hope!
Beautiful as your parents helping God bring an angel into this world.

Beautiful as brother and sister playing.
Beautiful as hearing children laughing.

Beautiful as warm sunshine though a window,
On a cold winter's day.

Beautiful as a garden of colorful roses.
Beautiful as a rainbow.

Beautiful as cotton clouds floating in a blue sky.
Beautiful when you look up to heaven with a bright smile.
Beautiful as happiness.

Beautiful when you play piano song.
Your piano song is so beautiful it makes me cry.

You are beautiful as...


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When it is springtime, I open my windows wide.
The smells of flowers and cut grass are such a delight,
When, they come inside.

What does Spring smell like?

It smells like;
forsythia bushes,
daffodils, crocus, tulips,
cherry blossoms and cut dandelions.

What does Spring smell like?

Spring smells like;
The wonderful smells of;
laundry drying on the clothes lines,
rain,
fresh breezes,
and dirt.

All the smells of springtime,
are all so excellent, fresh, new and
such a delight!

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Where dark and devastated loners,
Eat black painted noodles.

Sorry sad singles,
Lonely people!

Who dream of dark things, nightshade and purple;

Dressed in black,
Black nail polish,
Black accessories, black shoes.

Marking the time, but no looking back;

Drowning sorrows,
With little green bottles,
Never love a tear.
Kiss seldom, like a cold rainy holiday,

The small girl nowhere views the black dressed drunk in the mirror.

Missing love on this blackest of days...  


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Hope!

In the far off land of Dae-han-min-guk, on a brand new day.

An angel's fingers dance and prance on the ivories.,
So confident the way she plays.

Like magic! Sending the gift of music to me flying though time and space.,

The music flowed out of the piano like birds singing good morning new day,

Amazingly!

Thousands of piano notes,
Filled with elegance and charm travel to my ears.,

This angel sent to me a gift of hope today.,

I have never heard or seen such a wondrous thing,
I must be traveling through a beautiful dream...


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Your body is your canvas.
You never keep it safe,
you adorn it with scars
of lost loves, of lost dreams, of all your burnt-out stars.

Your lifestyle's your easel,
the only thing that keeps you high,
be it the days when you just can't stay still,
or those when you shatter and cry.

Your thoughts are acrylics,
shades of melancholy, maroon and black.
They characterize your essence,
all the hopes and falls you've stacked.

Your words are your brushes,
imagine how many stories they tell.
With every sigh you define
another line within your personal hell.

Do not lose your ambition, don't give up your health,
for you are not just an artist, you are art itself.

Whisper me how I am.

Tell them how I really am,
not a shell of me,
or a new body of me.

Tell my real thoughts,
my real values.

Tell how I looked under the moonlight,
when you whispered "I love you"
Right into my right ear.

Tell them how when I was down,
you came around, and held me tight.
Whispering that it would be alright.

Don't sit there and lie.

Don't tell them that I'm just another girl, because I'm not.

Please.

Whisper me how I am.