Beauty

Beauty

A Poem by Renea Quail

Can you hear that?

The sound of the Angels crying?

Almost like the way the wind blows.

 

Beauty is a fragile thing;

So transparent and broken.

Almost like angel wings.

 

When their tears fall,

It pours across the towns;

Drowning us in their sorrow.

 

Can you hear that?

The pitter-patter of the rain?

It's overwhelming.

 

Have you ever felt this way?

So cold.

So alone.

 

Like when it rains,

It's always dripping from your chin.

And the warmth of sun gives you chills.

 

Yes, beauty is a fragile thing,

Something that can be shattered in seconds.

So don't define yourself by your looks.

 

You're already beautiful. <3

© 2013 Renea Quail


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Very lovely wording.
It captivates me and inspires to come back to see it again and again.
Love the gorgeous lines:

"Yes, beauty is a fragile thing,
Something that can be shattered in seconds.
So don't define yourself by your looks.

You're already beautiful."

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Very lovely wording.
It captivates me and inspires to come back to see it again and again.
Love the gorgeous lines:

"Yes, beauty is a fragile thing,
Something that can be shattered in seconds.
So don't define yourself by your looks.

You're already beautiful."

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love this , Keep up the good job. Your beautiful .

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Renea Quail

10 Years Ago

Aw, you're to sweet :) You're beautiful, too, Dear.
Katelynn Robertson

10 Years Ago

Thank you .

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Added on August 17, 2013
Last Updated on August 17, 2013
Tags: Beauty, Self Image, Pain

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