The enlightened see beauty
In sunrise and sunset alike,
In dawn's first breath
And dusk's whispered farewell.
They cherish both bright days
And moonlit, star-draped nights,
Both the golden glow of noon
And the hush of midnight's veil.
They see wonder in shadows and light,
In the dance of contrast—
The starkness of black and white,
The mingling of dusk and dawn.
They embrace green meadows
And barren deserts with equal awe,
For both hold the touch of the Divine,
Both sing the song of existence.
To them, beauty is not bound by form,
Not confined to place or time—
It blooms within and without,
A mirror of the eternal light.
—MyKoul
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