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Beauty
Walks
gently
Inhaling
The
delicious scent of the forest.
Gathering
The drops
of pearl that blossomed
Safely
Guarded by
the majesty of the mountain itself
Wrapped
In the
comforting shelter of the trees.
Sitting
Very still
and very quiet
Hesitant
To move,
for the dream might end.
Timid
To speak,
for the sound would shatter the serine and beautiful silence.
Afraid
To exhale
for the movement of air is enough to scatter the birds from the trees.
Watching
The dawn
unfold in glowing brilliance
Marveling
In awe and wonder, so as not to disrupt the magic.
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Saturday, August 4, 2012
Beauty Walks (a poem I wrote several years ago)
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