Poetry

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I stare out my window,looking at the house

It's all decorated

From the wreath on the lamppost

to the bows on the windows

I see beauty.

To the lights shining in the windows

a fresh blanket of snow on the ground

a brown old sleigh in the corner

and a cobble stone path

I see beauty.

To the snow on the trees and the happy little snowman on the left

the red chimney and the green curtains

I see beauty.

But as we continue to drive past it 

the beauty fades away

now I see oak trees

and the beauty fades more away from me

just an open road...

Beauty,please come back to me.

Now it's completely gone

nothing left

we continue and I think about the beauty

and it reminds me of the good

I think about it all the time.

But beauty, hit me like you did before.

This world is full of destruction,so shine a light on the good.

Beauty is found in the little things in life

you just have to see it.

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I know it's bad, but I wrote it in the 6th grade! Poetry isn't my strongest suit, so tell me what you think! :)

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 27, 2013 ⏰

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