Beauty by Malak Tazi

 

Two Fairies by Hans Zatzka (1859)

 

Beauty

May the sun rise, where souls reveal their light,

Unmasked by shadows in the quiet night.

Where memories take flight, in dreams they glide,

A gentle breeze that moves with life beside.

In dawn’s embrace, where beauty gently gleams,

And grace unfolds within the golden beams,

In every shade and hue, the spirit’s true,

Beauty lies in the smallest things we view.

Light strikes with strength, where beauty shines so bright,

And with each golden ray, dispels the night.

In nature's hand, where beauty takes its stand,

Grace finds its place, in hearts that understand.

Within each soul, a hidden spark does dwell,

A radiant flame that stories seldom tell.

This secret light, though dimmed by doubt’s cold hand,

Can blaze anew when love and hope withstand.

When others’ words and actions seek to kill.

The spark within may flicker, weak or shy,

If shadowed by the tears that one must cry.

Yet beauty's glow can wane when waters chill,

But still, when hearts are kind and spirits soar,

The inner light finds strength to shine once more.

In moments brief, where bliss is pure and still,

A fleeting touch, a silence to fulfill.

For beauty lies within, both seen and deep,

In the soul’s reflection and the dreams we keep.

As others’ warmth and love renew our spark,

Our hidden light ignites, brightens the dark.

In nature’s heart, where beauty’s essence lies,

Our souls find peace beneath the endless skies.

The gentle streams reflect our hidden light,

In every shade, our spirits take their flight.

Each blossom blooms with whispers soft and clear,

A mirror to the soul, so bright, so near.

The breeze that dances through the leaves and trees,

Carries the echoes of our deepest pleas.

In nature’s grace, our souls are intertwined,

A sacred bond, where true beauty we find.

So let us walk this path, with hearts aligned,

Embracing nature’s beauty, pure, refined.

In every breath, in every step we take,

We find the light that love alone can make.

For beauty lives in every leaf and stone,

A truth that speaks to us, and us alone.

And as the sun sets on this quiet land, We find our place, where beauty makes its stand. With nature’s grace, our spirits rise and soar,

Forever bound to beauty, evermore.

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Congratulations to Malak Tazi for being the third winner of the 1st edition poetry contest

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