beautiful
By fictus03
It comes – mind, soul, and heart Words on paper Words that express thoughts, being, and, feeling Each one with its own meaning It can be told by everyone And that is beauty There is no set tone or identity Literature from the heart A creator’s playground Interpretations never before perceived Written in rhyme and free verse Photography in the form of words on paper A painting without paint or canvas Music minus the vocals and instruments Stories of love, nature, life, and so on Beauty – true beautythis poem is dedicated to poetry. Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 12:54 PM PST 10 • 0
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"It comes – mind, soul, and heart..."