Beauty plays, fermenting the air,
its beauty, yet it poisons,
dance as you will, and so will
as you dance, so freely.
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'Beauty plays, fermenting the air, its beauty, yet it poisons, dance as you will, ... so freely. Blinded. Hear the strings, they play.' loved this yet would change the gap to attain perfection if it can be found, you have a nice style and turns of thought
Beauty plays in every core of this creation and in creation of air. Very amazing poem shared with wise motive.10