People are so beautiful
brown/tan skin
pulled
as if connecting
to her dark brown hairs
that strand by strand
are further drawn
into a neat
bun
and like grace she steps in
to get a coffee
and take a sip
a momentary dip
into heaven
a pause
from the cause
of worry
of wants
of must do's
and yet as she looks at you
her strength is hardly recognized
behind her eyes
but something about her shows
a beauty that she may not even know
I wouldn't change a thing
what a beautiful ring
that phrase sounds
in a place
where so many change, conform, fit
she is it
herself
and perfect
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