A rich interior life,
That is what really counts
For the World is so polluted,
Human ugliness, just mounts.
In love with Art and Music,
Not watching, the amounts,
Intoxicating Beauty,
That grows by leaps and bounds,
The poet's heart rejoices,
To limpid, heartfelt sounds,
Maybe a poem sees the light,
As happiness is found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Awesome way to stay away from this materialistic world. Beautiful