Inner Beauty
Contributed by
Bsteel
on
Saturday, 25th February 2006 @ 08:26:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
Happy
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Pretty young faces come back and rescind,
As I walk down the steps,
Near the tower, Where you dwell,
faces form in the bitter cold wind,
but I can't make out, your face in this living hell,
And it's then I know,
your form is divine,
Why it erases uncertainty, I can't tell,
something beyond innonence, something sublime,
when she whispers in my ear,
I can feel, her inner angel,
her inner voices I can hear,
her complexity all melts into me,
then she turns to me and her raven eyes sparkle,
When she smiles,
It's like a million miles of inner beauty.
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Bsteel
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2006-02-25 20:26:32]
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