The beauties that range from the mountains to the ocean
contain Life,
coursing through them like blood through our veins,
like a river, constantly flowing in one direction,
never turning back from where it came.
She continues in one direction for as long as she lives.
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Life Is Beautiful
PoesiaThis a series of poems situated under one topic. Think of it like an album with songs in it. There aren't any rhymes rather relatable notes on how life really can be beautiful in its own way. If you concentrate on them even more, you might see a rel...
