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Little Beautiful Things

[center]Little Beautiful Things
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Beauty is seeing a tear
stained face, still smiling.
Beauty is seeing the one you love,
in love with some one else,
and wishing,
them happiness,
with out lying.

Beauty is seeing scars,
on an old soldier's face and body.
Working his ass off,
trying to make it in today's
economy.

Beauty is seeing the sunset,
setting in hues of blues,
pinks, oranges, purples across the sky.
and just sitting there,
with out a burden,
neutral to the troubles of life.

Beauty is seeing a stray mama dog
in a dumpster,
feeding her pups,
though you can count the ribs of
this poor, hungry dog.
There are people who just
don't give a fuck about their own.

Beauty is seeing a cancered girl,
being able to rest in peace.
Encumbered in a pretty coffin,
knowing that her pain is no more;
that her soul is now free.

But what can be more beautiful,
even inspiring,
as seeing an old married couple of 80+
still hanging unto each other.
In a hospital ward, resigned to the fact,
that they'll probably die together.
True Love like that doesn't exist
anymore.
All these little beautiful things has me bewildered.

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