To whom, which, what is beautiful
is it from eyes sight sparkles of light, delightful senses, reflections, light-waves, shapes and colour? Could there be any other...
Is it to touch, can there be too much, to feel reflections of your minds euphoric pill...
To breath in life whilst standing still, in gaze of space, sun, sea or sky? Feel the grass so soft or see a child so shy, a women's shape or a man that cries like waters running from the taps of sky! What is beauty if it is not you and I... our minds that create and question why? To love and to cherish to have and to hold to remain beautiful even when we are frail and old.
Is beauty peace silence on earth? Could it be extending its reach to touch every curve! Could it be the power of every word? The vibration of every sound... A child's laughter - I know you know that sound...
or could it be the feeling of being away then your feet touch home ground?
Maybe...
Beauty is you and I and all of those things and all of the love our hearts will bring.
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