beauty is not the spell of sight;
airy alakazam mars might
la-de-da leases passion prunes
bounty bewitchment urges glued
neither is beauty smeared music;
crumbling crescendos pruning panic
moaning melody, rustic riffs
concerto grosso feelings prick
beauty is all but tampered fate;
generous nature smooth sketch creates,
nor beauty is an apt asset;
blue business - innovation's crest
beauty is a coin of two sides;
seen and unseen - one's got masked might!
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Note: of bias beauty.
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I would like to translate this poem
beauty not spell of sight.....the growth is an interior inward occupation..fine write