Beauty is like air
Scattered everywhere
It’s in rain, in snow
It’s in ice, in iceberg, icicle
It’s in waves of the sea and ocean
In the ponds and the lakes, with breeze
It’s in bud, in the leaves
In trunks, branches and the boughs
Beauty’s plenty all around
To see needs mind of eye
It is in Aphrodite
In her hair and her face and the neck
It is in nymphet
Her body, behavior, pretends
Beauty is not word
It’s in child; suckling, sleeping and smile
Beauty is in love
When mother’s warm heart says:
“How you feel dear son? ”
Though he killed; took it out.
Beauty is in clouds
When moving with the wind, stand still
Beauty is in life
As in the death, when dying with pride.
Beauty is like air
Scattered everywhere
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