My eyes don't stop looking at beauty,
Standing before me smiling,
Even if I force my lids to shut down;
In the same way, my heart doesn't stop,
To weave beautiful dreams,
Neither by forbidding nor by reprimanding;
Over the ages, I have been looking,
At this beauty in me and around me,
Even when I in eternity stayed...
...in the garden of Eden;
Tears roll down overflowing my cheeks,
When I notice people unmindful of eternal beauty;
Caressing the ephemeral earthly things;
I am blessed that in the midst of all diversities,
I see that nothing is ugly in the world,
I must not hide my faith,
God is beautiful, beauty is God.
Mykoul
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