• Beauty

    Many poets, many artists,
    Many writers.
    Messengers of beauty,
    Of a beauty so moving, so changing
    It can not be,
    In only one form.

    Just a human,
    Merely mortal,
    With the ability to think
    Beyond tomorrow,
    Beyond the perfection flawed,
    Beyond the boundaries
    Of sanity.

    A man, a woman, a child
    In all three the Beauty resides,
    But do they see it?
    Do they hear the Beauty
    Calling out,
    “Use me!
    Make me
    Unforgettable.”
    Because Beauty can be forgotten,
    Ignored
    And left behind.

    Remembering the Beauty,
    Is harder than forgetting,
    Because to remember Beauty,
    Is to remember the Hope for tomorrow,
    And to see the light,
    In the darkest of nights,
    For Beauty will forever embrace us,
    If we but give it a chance.

    Beauty calls out to you,
    Forever giving, always forgiving,
    But the choice is
    Whether or not,
    To listen to the voice.

    Beauty is
    More than what we see,
    It's more than what we hear,
    More than what we feel.
    Transient, invisible,
    Yet oh so real.
    Because there is a beauty in everything,
    Because Beauty is life.

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