Beauty is the rhythm of the rain.
Dear Universe,
Beauty is the rhythm of the rain,
the turning of the earth,
the smiling of the sun,
Beauty is the movement of your breath,
the minute extra sleep,
the love in which I run.
Beauty is the laugh you can't contain,
A mothers love.
A father's grace.
Beauty is walking with God,
Carried by the angels,
washing clean my face.
Beauty is the working of my body,
and the way it moves
and the way it looks to my eyes.
Beauty is the skin in which I live
the…
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