Beauty

The sun glistens in the snow the beauty engulfs me in a feeling that is warm and pure. I walk and breath in the smell of sweet content to look up and see a mountain that is purple as the sun covers it with its warm blanket the beauty is so real so free theres no makeup to make it glow no clothes to bring the curves only natural beauty a beauty for which is inside. It feels me with a warm sense of exceptence knowing that this beauty exisist in our world theres so much fake so much covered up that natural beauty is not known to our society but this beauty is real is not covered only engulfed and left alone to become its on part of our world.

By Stacey
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StaceyD.
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Joined: 05/16/2010

Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339