THE MEANING OF BEAUTIFUL
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Beautiful, a whisper in the wind,
A delicate touch where chaos rescinds.
Not just in the eyes that behold,
But in stories of courage, quietly told.
It’s the shimmer of dawn’s first light,
A fleeting shadow in the heart of night.
A child's laughter, pure and free,
The way waves kiss the steadfast sea.
Beautiful hides in the simplest things:
In the flutter of a sparrow’s wings,
In scars that trace the paths we’ve crossed,
In the love we find, in what we've lost.
It’s the soul that dares to stay unbroken,
A melody sung, though words are unspoken.
It’s not perfection, nor flawless art,
But the raw, untamed rhythm of the heart.
Beautiful is the journey, not the goal,
It’s the harmony of a whole, fractured whole.
It lives in you, it lives in me,
In the endless dance of eternity.
Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Latoria Hall
I love focusing on artistic expression, imagination, and storytelling. I create a wide range of genres such as fiction, poetry, scripts, and even non-fiction works that emphasize creative and emotional engagement with the reader.
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Comments (1)
Beauty can be found in everything, if we only look close enough.