Beauty
What is it but that of one's soul
Beauty in love of one's heart
To breathe life freely
Skies blue, birds flying
Dark nights of the soul
Travels of the mind
Beauty, its tone of elegance
Beating of heart's desires
What be it there of us
Except that to which aren't human
It is only in depth
Beauty's love, bitter sweet
Trees bloom,land turns green
Seasons come and go
So does beauty of one's soul
Circle of steps we find love
We find tears in death
Beauty we find in many forms
Love the same even in hate
But beauty is knowing good
Even in face of diversity
For beauty is you,us in many forms
Beauty, it's what turns the world
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