Inner Beauty

Inner Beauty prose poem

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Some days, I sit and dream of being something beautiful.
I dream of being the sweet flower in every person’s garden,
Or the little butterfly that every child loves.
I dream of being the magnificent peacock, flaunting every gorgeous feather,
Or even the picturesque mountain scene that is searched for every day.
But then, I realize from time to time that the outer things will fade away,
That inner beauty is purer than anything that is on the outside.
It is purer than the clearest waters of the ocean,
Or even the most precious diamond.
But, in order to have inner beauty, my actions must reflect my words.
My thoughts must reflect my heart.
For soon enough, the soul’s inner beauty will surpass anything considered beautiful on the surface.

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I've been writing poetry ever since middle school, but I've never really thought about releasing my work to the public until coming to college. Currently, I am studying music as my major and English as my minor.
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ZUZANNA MUSIAL
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Hello, Kathryn Sain.

Loved your dreams and the fact that you realized that the inner beauty id more important then the outside beauty. Your prose poem kept my attention to the end.
Excellent write with lots picture in my mind eye.
Much enjoyed reading your words.

Thank you,
ZuZanna

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