my friend send me a nice picture
beautiful palms lining boulevard
i felt urges to walk that place
they're like pretty ladies standing
with their gorgeous umbrellas, yes
i imagine freshness of wind blowing
my face, walking slowly, filling
my mind with all sorts of beauty
our eyes is window of our soul
yet some restrict us from enjoying
what we see like quit looking at that
our ears listen to sounds around us
most i can not comprehend so i keep
on looking, beauty is a gift to world
we are on, lets appreciate and create
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