Who knows what these eyes deem aesthetically pleasing.
With a life of concrete, smog and segregation, surely my judgement is impaired.
Surely beauty is an unspoken word. A word to be discovered. Yet a word within arms reach.
It is such a word, why I wonder whether my surroundings are at fault or whether my awareness of this conundrum and no action taken is the main consideration for my ignorance.
Great! I love your usage of words here! Mixed with an eye for detail indeed. Your story telling and thoughts captivate The reader! Awesome poem! KW
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I would like to translate this poem
Beauty the eye of the beholder, yet always within reach. Beset by confusion, like the toltec, mitote, the mind is surronded by a fog and beauty in details a place on the beach! Great write