The nature Divine,
Has her face, more in woman-race,
And therein She mirrors her beauteous grace.
For beauty there manifests as art,
And eye feels wonder-waiting -tie,
And links to our super-conscious theater.
She teases, as she pleases, the mind,
From senses' limited door, -and transcends,
To nourish in and soothe with, -contemplated unconscious.
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