The starry sky began to shine,when assigned night spread with its ‘moon lamp’ for all of the wistful thoughts,lay below the tormented Earth’s nocturnal light and those splendid visions caught my pounding spirits.
She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.
She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.
Beauty is everywhere and the ability to observe the very sight or presence of it is our natural birthright. It is how we appreciate beautiful things and what type of thought pattern we are associating with it that determines beauty in its essence a façade. Highly desirable for what it seems, albeit lacking substance. Enforcing beauty only on a surface level; rather something genuine, representing fullness and abundance, teaching us to see the beauty within the depths of ourselves.