Beauty...what is it?
is it life or death?
is it fire and flames from hell or
gentle angels and happinese from heaven?
is it the devils screams or angels laugh?
is it a warm smile that appears in your
face while looking at your reflection?
is it make-up, surgeries, money?
is it whats inside of you?
is it the bright blue sky with the sun or
the dark sky with shiny stars?
is it the bright blue sea with the
reflection of the sun or the dark sea
with the reflection of the moon?
is it the freezing and cold water in winter
or warm and slippery sea in summer?
is it white snow, slowly coming down, while sitting
on your nose or the sun that you lie down to?
is it winter where everything is white or
summer when you see green?
is it chasing butterfly or relaxing
next to the fire at home?
is it a baby, your sister, your brother, your child?
is it the boy you've been chasing all this time?
is it your grandma or grandpa?
is it sleeping in your warm bed?
is it waking up with the sunshine?
is it every second, minute, hours of your
preciouse life?
I think you covered it all in your last lines. Great words Tristan. These are questions that so many more of us should be asking. Lifes Beauty is not recognised enough any more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beauty is all these things. nice write Tristan