Where is beauty, whether in flowers
Of maidens exquisitely beautiful,
Meeting strangely,
Where is it?
When praise I the flowers,
Held in by their exquisite beauty,
I think it,
There is nothing like that,
So natural and lovely,
So fresh and fine.
But when find I the maidens
Standing before,
So beautiful to see,
Bowling me out
At the first glance,
I find yself at an awkward position.
Now have I come to the conclusion,
The maidens too can be like flowers,
A few of them fail the flowers
And a few flowers too fail the maidens.
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The beauty seen at a glance is the best kind. A great poem.