In The Eye Of The Beholder by Annemarie Timmons

If it’s beauty I seek, I must search with my heart,

When aware–, it erases my frown.

To the one who’s too busy to be nourished by art,

The word beauty becomes just a noun.

A renewing of mind lifts my energy high,

Natures gifts sets my Spirit to flight,

There’s a brilliance of colors,

Waves of fragrance and sound,

My whole being is filled with delight.

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