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Beauty is as simple as the sunrise turning the lake mists purple.
Beauty is as complex as the compassion of the old mama cat when she curls up next to the orphaned pup, her steady purr silencing his cries.
Beauty is an unexpected gift: his clear-eyed gaze breaking through that baffled baby stare, like headlamps cutting through fog — the man he used to be, returning after months away.
Beauty feels like homecoming, imparts that same inner glow.
Hold tight to those moments. Beauty never lingers long.
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Wonderful discription.
b
http://torristravels.blogspot.com/2009/11/beauty-before-function.html
By: b on November 21, 2009
at 11:19 pm
very nice
By: gs batty on November 22, 2009
at 2:15 am
I love that beauty feels like homecoming–so true, and I never thought of it that way before.
Kate
By: eveningstarjilly on November 22, 2009
at 2:16 am
I love the second line. Great piece!
By: lillyasia on November 22, 2009
at 7:52 am
And beauty is this prose poem!
By: Linda Jacobs on November 22, 2009
at 9:56 am
Super…Well said
By: Jeeves on November 22, 2009
at 2:07 pm
Incredible descriptions of beauty, Nara! Nice job.
By: Serena on November 22, 2009
at 2:25 pm
i like that you write about the different kinds of beauty
By: floreta on November 22, 2009
at 6:26 pm
I am sure we have all been spoiled by commercialized beauty. Your piece illustrates so well what true beauty is. Great piece.
By: old egg on November 22, 2009
at 10:58 pm
Lovely, Beauty is always on the move.
By: Tumblewords on November 22, 2009
at 11:03 pm
beauty is everywhere.
By: jeremy on November 23, 2009
at 5:14 am
So much in such a concise piece. Very strong. (and thanks for visiting me!) Jae
By: Jae Rose on November 23, 2009
at 9:31 am
Lovely
By: Dee on November 23, 2009
at 7:20 pm