I Stand in Beauty, and Beauty Grows With Me
How do I see beauty?
I’ve learned to see it everywhere.
The trees, the paintings, the nooks and the mannerisms
Everything sparks inspiration, imagination.
That’s what I’ve found about growing;
Respecting, wondering, trying
Emotions are the key to the lockbox
That many decide to hide and hold.
But when you let go
When you feel
And feel everything
Then you will learn
That life is such a beautiful state of existence.
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