The Moment After the Proposal
She ran inMascara running down her face
Her hair a mess
Hands shaking
She can Barely stand
Lost
Confused
Unsure
A single tear began to fall
As a smile appeared on her face
The Moment After the Proposal
She ran inThe true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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