October 30, 2007
By eliza osborne, Draper, UT

I am beauty.
The light tinkling chime of faraway bells,
and the sweet scent of flowers blown in on the wind.
I am sometimes a false friend,
And bring others with me:
Conceit and Jealousy
I am a bad friend, but a good companion.
Like the fresh, cool breezes of new spring,
I am meant to be enjoyed and loved, but
Not to worship or keep.
If you let me fly free like a wild breeze
And don't keep me locked away,
I won't be a bad friend.
I will just be me.
I am beauty.

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