Modix Omondi

A Thing Of Beauty

A soul is a captive of a thing of beauty, Striking opulently as the sun at noon, A dole enriching, a graceful bounty, Fairer at noon like full moon.... Beauty, the blue sky in a cloudy day, Hiding behind the thickest clouds, but till they fall or stoll a stray, You are obsecure in beautiful minds

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