Tender Beauty

 

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The beautiful leaves swaying by,

In the cold breeze like a butterfly.

The tender beauty of the cold wind blowing,

Beauty of nature is showing.

My words are two little to express,

The happiness of heartfelt joy,

The beauty of the tears that flow,

The beauty of a smiling face.

Amidst the tender rain,

The flowers bathing in joy,

How can we let go,

The beauty of rain in vain.

While the storm is on its way,

Let’s not forget the bird which sways,

Building it’s nest for the young ones,

Shows the beauty of motherly love.

Beauty of the heart is what matters most,

But the more you love yourself,

The more beautiful scenery it becomes,

The tender beauty of self love.

Beauty has so many phases you see,

What matters is,

The way you see,

From your perspective.

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My Hands are Tied

 

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My hands are tied,

And my heart cries,

There's so much I want to make happen,

But what would the society say?

The thoughts of the four people,

It Haunts my way.

My voice is stuck at the throat,

My legs don't lead to the road,

There's the path I want to lead,

But society wants me to follow,

Those four people have left a trail; already,

But is the path meant for me?

My tears do not flow,

My sobs are ignored,

There's pain I want to express,

But society would call me weak,

Those four people say tears are weakness,

But isn't it also a human emotion?

Today my hands are tied,

But I will break through,

Today tears might be my weakness,

But I will make it my strength,

No matter what the society says,

I will lead the path; leaving a trail.

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