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Beauty
feeling deeply low think I shall go sit by the tall sturdy trees wait for a gentle breeze scented lovely flowers perhaps summer's warm showers wondrous beauty, nature I'm not sure feeling this way radiant sun today birds sweetly singing soft tunes ringing delicate butterflies fluttering by yet, I want to cry green grass growing high tiny busy ants, I sigh lonely me sheer beauty I see looking up at the bright blue sky fluffy clouds, I fly silent leaves and branches swaying happy children playing peace and quite I stare having not a single care let me be glimpse, I'm free clean fresh air and lots of space grateful for a splendid place © 2007 Janet Irene Griffin Beauty is the harvest of presence. - David Whyte - Vote for this poem
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