Beautiful
All I want
is to write beautiful words
and to speak as if
my tongue spun silk.
I wish
I had a beautiful face
with a smile of star light
and a stare of the moon
I crave for the grace
of a flower dying
and having it's peddles
scattered by the wind.
I need to be beautiful
like the sound of your name
or the sight of the sun
after a difficult night.
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