I'm awed,
Awed by a transparent beauty,
And by a modest touch,
I'm awed,
Awed by a radient presence,
An unassuming grace,
I'm touched,
Touched by the softest glance,
And by a humble maid,
I feel,
Feel for a pretty word,
Slyly hidden in the blasphemys,
I feel for a thought,
Long discarded by my mind,
I'm awed,
By a beauty passing time.
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