Beauty Is A Word More Like A Dream Poem by Mang'eni Wycliffe Obwoya

Beauty is a word that flows
Smoothly like a drop of water
On a mirror
Every time it’s sounded
It morphs into milk and honey
To the ears that hear

Beauty is a word that silently burns
Bringing pleasant thoughts to the dreamer
Thoughts that mend and heal broken hearts

Beauty is a word that shines brightly
Like a full moon in the east
Whose light evicts darkness away

Beauty is a word,
Like a red rose
Whose aroma and fragrance wafts
Thus spreading across all roads and ridges

Beauty is a word,
Like falling rain
That washes away all our sorrows
With every drench from the perforated sky

Beauty is a word,
Like poetry, proverbs and sayings
Only understood by a willing heart
Striking a chord with every syllable muttered

Beauty is the flickering starlight
Prompting lips to compose pregnant tunes
Every time they twinkle

Beauty is childhood
Chasing clouds that roam the clouds
Watching them glide and slide on the blue sky

Beauty in adulthood is —
Finding one who understands you
And one whom you understand

Beauty is love
And love is beauty
And for that; I am grateful to have you-
My little Pigeon