Beautiful Lines

Soemthing someone said

Caught at your heart and never let go

swayed in the breeze then lay still

And fell softly with the rain



Bautiful lines defining beautiful people

Like tall blades of grass

Ramrod straight yet always bending

Gracefulyl swaying, always sheltering



A passer by smiled

What a beautiful line defined

Cursive writing, childish scrawls

Frost is writing his beautiful lines



When they painstakingly criticize

The beautiful lines overwhelm you

Someday their censure will define

Your grace, your senses, your personality refine

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