Tell me, gentle flowers, teardrops of the stars, standing in the garden, nodding your heads to the bees as they sing of the dews and the sunbeams, are you aware of the fearful doom that awaits you?
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
No 1.
What the true beauty is? Is it something that we adore or simply like? Or maybe the matter that is importand to us? Or something that we love? Or we just like to look at it? Touch, smell and taste? Yes, senses.. But to me beauty, a true beauty is something that makes us feel smiling. That, when thinking about it, reminds us of happiness and creates a warm feeling in our souls. Sheer joy.
I would like to write here about things that I love. That are the brightest part of my life.
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