Beauty


Beauty is here,

In the skies, in the trees,

A thing so very dear,

To people like me.

Beauty is here,

In the hills and the flowers,

There is not much left to fear,

When none dare to cower.

Beauty’s in the air,

In the eyes of a stranger,

And all it can bear,

Will hold no danger.

Beauty is here,

When nothing is certain,

When all you hear are leers,

For your sadness’s curtain.

If everyone is beautiful,

Why can’t I see?

How beautiful the single flower,

The prettiness of me?

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