Beautiful is the little shy bud,
Beautiful is the well blossomed flower.
Beautiful are the clear rain drops,
Beautiful are the lush green fields.
Beautiful is the twinkling sky,
Beautiful is the morning sun.
Beautiful was the past,
Beautiful is the present.
Beautiful is the instrument,
Beautiful is the music it plays.
Beautiful is the World,
Beautiful are the People on it...
- Pooja A. Shrivastava
Friday, January 7, 2011
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