BeautyinMC,
Quiet, serene, majestic
There’s beauty in the stars that twinkle slowly against the sky
In the waves softly washing over sand and tiny rocks
In the fragile petals of a colorful flower, carefully swaying with the wind
In the melodious tune of a piano or a violin, invoking passion and emotion
In the body of someone society deems perfect and something to be admired
Unsure, messy, imperfect
There’s also beauty in the single star shining in the bright morning sky
In the waves angrily crashing down on the shore during a storm
In the lonely petals of a colorful flower, fallen and plucked from its stem
In the heart-pounding melody of a loud, bass-filled electric tune
In the body of someone who doesn’t deem herself perfect and has to be changed
There’s always something beautiful to behold
If only everyone knew not where to look
But how to look
Literary: Something Beautiful
Quiet, serene, majestic
There’s beauty in the stars that twinkle slowly against the sky
In the waves softly washing over sand and tiny rocks
In the fragile petals of a colorful flower, carefully swaying with the wind
In the melodious tune of a piano or a violin, invoking passion and emotion
In the body of someone society deems perfect and something to be admired
Unsure, messy, imperfect
There’s also beauty in the single star shining in the bright morning sky
In the waves angrily crashing down on the shore during a storm
In the lonely petals of a colorful flower, fallen and plucked from its stem
In the heart-pounding melody of a loud, bass-filled electric tune
In the body of someone who doesn’t deem herself perfect and has to be changed
There’s always something beautiful to behold
If only everyone knew not where to look
But how to look
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