Beauty is a gift of the one who perceives
All have been given the capacity
Fallen world, fallen self
Yet beauty is a songbird of hope
The more evil you see
The more you need to take time for beauty
Balance all pain with beauty
Darkness and shadow disappear with dawn
Beauty is as free as breathing
Look for it daily
Hourly if need be
Beauty has been with angels
Beauty has won
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