Saturday, May 10, 2014

Intricates of Beauty (I Am)

She was as free as free can be.
Mind in the clouds flying with the birds
Feet firmly planted with the flowers
Heart dancing with the wind
She was beautiful.
Not because of what she said or did or anything at all.
She just was.
And that kind of beauty so simple you don't need to define,
Is like looking at a million sunsets and seeing her in everyone.
She just was.



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