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You know its pure,
When your heart makes a run for it,
A sight so hypnotic,
That your head keeps reeling from feelings,
And butterflies make your belly their fun ground.
I 've searched from the inside out,
And i must confess its found on the outside,
Like figs when ripe,
You know from without.
Skin as soft as silk,
I guess the silkworms are jealous,
Or is it their handiwork after all?
But this beauty feels like skin,
Not of silk.
Colors like the triplet of a rainbow,
Yet it not only dispels the rain clouds,
It brings about a storm,
That rages not in the skin,
But deep down the atmosphere of the mind.
Nature 's a gifted creator,
Flawless even in her flaws,
She can make beauty within ugliness,
And soft even in the hard rock.
Nature is beauty,
The queen mother of bliss.