That time of dusk is simply astonishing,
That fleeting second when a pink sky turns to dark,
Who needs money,
When there is so much beauty in the world.
That feeling of freedom,
When you look at the stars from the deep ocean,
The feeling of my loves smooth skin on my cheek as I hold her tight,
Feeling her warmth, on the sand, as we feel the moonlight.
James Fieldhouse
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-of-the-world/
