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Tracee Dear Mar 2015
Beauty is the first heartbeat of a fetus
Beauty is her soul that lies within us
Beauty is the sound of  life cracking from the seed
Beauty is the exhale that brings the cool summer breeze
Beauty is tears that caress the soil below
Beauty is saturated ground for more life to grow
Her beauty goes unseen to the naked eye
Her beauty is lost and often passed by
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Tracee Dear Jul 2015
Holding your loved one close at night
Appreciating the existence of another
Persevering through trials and tribulations
Perusing your hopes and dreams
You create your own happiness
Tracee Dear Mar 2015
I have yet to understand
The moral basis of our creation
The fate that which has created us
Knowingly or unknowingly
The Universe gave birth
To that of her own destruction;
War and famine replace peace
Our securities are corrupt
Love is no longer the center of our existence
Moments, no longer cherished
Life is a beautiful dream wasted
Reality is no longer
Spending every waking moment as a slave
Working to meet our dead end
Release our souls to her
Free our minds
Open our wings of knowledge
Be apart of something great
Create something amazing
Fly like we were destined
She longs for the souls of her children
To one day unite as one
Her soul yearns for peace

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