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POEM
Beauty
Fathima Hanna. MT
VIIIth
Beauty is seen
in the sunlight
The trees, the birds,
corn growing and people working
or dancing for their harvest.
Beauty is heard
In the night,
Wind sighting, rain falling,
or a singer chanting
Anything in easnest.
Beauty is in yourself
Good deeds, happy thoughts
That respect themselves
In your G&V