Beauty in its natural form,
Is the purest.
Everything in this world,
Is not meant to be flawless.
The simplest of things
Can fill your heart to brim.
Like dew drops on leafs or flower,
Or the summer bell's chime.
The meaning of beauty
May vary from people to people.
And enjoying them with our life journey,
Is a choice for all, strong and feeble.
The smile of a child,
Or a kind act.
Makes life more beautiful,
Believe it or not, it's a fact.
The love of a mother,
Or freshly baked goods.
An organized place,
Or a wonderful book.
Everything has it's beauty,
But it's only in the eye of beholder.
We have to keep them safe in our memories.
Locked in the mind like folder.
Money and makeup won't last long,
It only makes us petty.
It's what on the inside that matters,
Which makes us ugly or pretty.
Beauty is eternal,
It's always new.
It's present everywhere,
Even inside you.
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Windows of soul
PoetryA collection of poems from all genres. Poetry is a form of creative writing where stories, perspective or just thoughts are expressed in a beautiful manner. A good poem, woven with thought and care, forms an outstanding perspective, that touches y...
