Little Things

There are so many little things that no one notices.

The fresh smell of rain.

The warm atmosphere of a summer morning.

The happiness in a bee's buzz.

The loving way that person looks at you.

We call the world an ugly place because we only look at the surface.

But deep within there is an indescribable, undeniable beauty.

It's the fact that no one notices these little things,

that makes the world so un-beautiful. 

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