La beaute

La beaute, se re’veille a cote de

l’un vous aimez La beaute’ est une

fleur avec La ros’ee de matin

La beaute’ est le rire d’enfants,

La beaute’ est La croissance

de votre premiere plante de

la saison La beaute est

juste vivante



I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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5 Responses to La beaute

  1. The beauty, wakes up next to the one you love… The beauty is a flower with The Morning rose… The beauty is the laughter of children, the beauty is your first growth of the plant… The season is just living beauty.

    French or Spanish the beauty is this poem!

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