10 Definitions of Beauty

I
Snowflakes
Falling on tongue
Like they did when I threw
Snowballs at boys during recess
Freedom

II
Her smile
When I come home
How was your day today?
Kitchen smells like butternut soup
Safety

III
Prancing
In the backyard
Catching red butterflies
Then watching them flutter away
Gently

IV
Fire
Camp songs and s'mores
Ashy smell on sweater
Crickets chirp and coyotes howl
In awe

V
Berry
Patches outstretched
Sun on back as I bend
Strawberries staining my soft hands
Yummy

VI
Kisses
Smooth as chocolate
The glee of being loved
As we waltz by the candlelight
Relax

VII
Bubbles
In the warm tub
The smell of apricots
Sticking close to my heated skin
Cleansing

VIII
River
Rushing quickly
Through the winding forest
How safe it is to be on shore
Watching

IX
Night time
No mascara
Just me and my inner
Thoughts, memories, wisdom, and soul
True self

X
Beauty
All the senses
Tingle when I breathe in
Earth is in equilibrium
Perfect

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