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He was beautiful .
Not because ,
how he looked while he worked hard
for something .
Not because ,
how he carried on his passion .
Not because ,
how he secretly admired his father .
Not because ,
how he was always so childishly
and playfully jealous of his
little brother .
Not because ,
how he always helped his mother in kitchen and in choosing a dress .
Not because ,
how he got so rude when being hurt .
Not because ,
how he acted so tough outside
but was such a weak hearted person
on the inside .
Not because ,
how he pushed away that girl
and pulled her back harder
the next instant .
Not because ,
how he had so many
dreams and ambitions .
Not because ,
how he was such a family person .
Not because ,
how he wanted to stay so attached .
Not because ,
how he apologized
after making a mistake .
Not because ,
how he was so docile and
efficient and adequate with his work .
No ,
he was not beautiful for
all these little things .
He was beautiful ,
just because . .
Just because .
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[If this girl's words have
touched your soul ,
matter not how faint
the sensation felt ,
would you mind dears ?
if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath
and send kudos to her ,
please ?] :)
YOU ARE READING
into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
