Will the definition of beauty
ever be trapped
in the trustful tug
of learning to give and take
The well placed sidestep flourish
sometimes pretend indignation
The steady rhythm of flying
with learned grace
Eyes of collors only whispered
in day dreams
Will memory and anecdotes
capture your young heart
true beauty
never again by my whispered praise
My voice is forever lost
to your words
taking every meaning
from me as well
I know you'll be okay
but without me to define you
whats to define me
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Excellent...
The end was just a punch to the heart lass....
Great perspective with heart felt sentiments only a true poet can covey.
Your reflections are soft and meaningful.
Just beautiful
little gypsy,
Lowell Poe.
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oh your going to make me cry. thank you so much. you have no idea how much your feedback means to me on this poem.
it about my horse that i trained. her name was beauty.
and i seem to be a bit lost without her
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