Beautiful. What is beautiful?
It is sunrise over the Cornish coast.
It is spending time with family.
It is warmth and belonging.
Beautiful. What is beautiful?
It is the dying embers of a fire,
When the marshmallows have been toasted,
And it is quiet because everyone's in bed.
Beautiful. What is beautiful?
It is the warmth of a winter night,
When everyone is wrapped up tight,
And the snow is falling outside.
Beautiful. What is beautiful?
Is is hugs and comfort from your friends,
When you thought you could not be consoled,
And you have found solace.
Beautiful. You are beautiful.
When you smile at me and
All thought leaves my head and
All I can think is beautiful.
You're beautiful.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
