All the beautiful things are the diamonds and the gold
they luster in the ray.
A beautiful thing is the aura in the day
at down it grows old.
Beautiful things are the terrains at fall
that grins with a green
A beautiful thing stands tall
robed with all sin.
Once I loved a beautiful thing
but she left me with this scar.
She showed me a throne where I rose to King
but she died in the car.
Beautiful things are Hopes and Promises
Beautiful things are Fragile Glasses.
Good.. Beautiful things are hope and promises... you once loved and hate beautiful things but it later return to the ashes of this earth. Love is beautiful, hatred is beautiful and jealous is beautiful but it all depend on how the approach was made by the approacher. Thanks for sharing.
A sublime start with a nice poem, Drey H. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one brother, please see the poem A Letter To Libya