What is beauty

    What is beauty if it can only be seen
    In the hapless dreams of lovers.
    Or in the useless faces of the unattainable.
    Beauty is not a gift given to many.
    It must be shared simply to be beautiful.
    And beauty is found in strange places,
    Revealing itself in the gentle mist or in
    Snowflakes falling beneath a moonlit sky.
    It finds itself in the faces of the grieving
    And in the wonderment of a child.
    The smell of freshly cut grasses
    Or the elation of a soft summer night.
    It the memory of both pain and joy.
    The agony and the ecstasy.
    It is the depth and breadth of the soul.


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