Beauty
Morning takes my hand and I transform
darkness into light
dreams into sight
I see beauty standing in the breeze
blowing through the tresses of the trees
whispering to me
of peace and harmony
won't you set me free
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2023
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