Treasure Island

Anna Andrews

(15 May 1977 / Birmingham)

The Hand of Beauty


Beauty is a sunset or a rise
On a breath Taking day
And like snow covered mountains
With peaks where the clouds lay

Beauty is a seasonal poppy
Stranded on a road side
Presenting its definition
Unknowingly glowing with pride

Beauty is a rainy day
When a day is clear and bright
Lining the sky with colours
And bowing within your sight

Beauty is many of things
Some remain untold
But one I yet not mentioned
Is the one of the hand I hold

For this beauty is different
This beauty is so divine
And I promise to travel a journey
With this beautiful wife of mine

©Copyright Anna Andrews 2010

Submitted: Thursday, June 03, 2010

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