Treasure Island

Sam Price

(9th December 1987 / London, England)

Beauty


Most people find beauty in looks,
But I find beauty from the written words in books.
I find beauty in the sun set and sun rise.
I find beauty in three small dog's eyes.
I find beauty in the motion of the sea.
The green fingers of mother nature are very beautiful to me.
I find beauty in my friends laughter.
I find beauty in stories that end happily ever after.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 06, 2003

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  • Tammy Chappell (11/29/2007 3:34:00 PM)

    Simply Beautiful! I love the depth in such a short poem. Simple yet Full of meaning! Loved it! (Report) Reply

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