Beautiful Machine
A simple reflection
The sun not only powers you
but also possesses you,
breathing its life and light
into you.
Its energy fuels you and your smile.
You breathe life into everyone around you,
nobody is down when you are there.
You raise everyone up,
showing them that they are all valued.
You are beautiful.
You are so real,
crafted perfectly and beautifully,
showing everyone the perfection that life can be.
You are beautiful.
You are a beautiful machine.
You are everything I wish I could be.
About the Creator
Samantha Rhyalynn Hendrix
She/her
Eclectic poet, fangirl, and aspiring novelist. Won't hesitate to share my eclectic musings with the world
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