Beautiful

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As the bright yellow sun
shines its golden rays
on the gleaming field of gold,
I lift my face to the
beautiful pale blue sky.

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My eyes then wander
down to the
grass so luscious in color
it looks artificial.

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I set my pinned-up hair free
so that it can blow in the wind, and
a gentle breeze sweeps it off my face;
I now know
the true meaning of the word
Beautiful.

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“Beautiful” is not blonde hair and blue eyes.
It is the beauty within,
the beauty you can hear and feel
in the presence of the person you love.

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“Beauty” is not fake, nor perfect.
Beauty is the kindest girl;
the tiniest, most fragile God-made creature.
Beautiful is what I’m feeling and seeing
right now.

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