Words and mists
Coexist - Poem by Words and mists
The one that finds truth cares less about beauty;
the one that finds beauty cares less about truth.
To find truth is to find beauty, and to find beauty is to find truth.
In the quest for one, the other is found,
and those led astray search for both in maps.
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