by Anthony Francesco

Created on: July 20, 2009

Beauty is not what we see

sun dappled leaves, green marbled seas

But intimacy between the rose and bee

Beauty is not symmetry

discordance in your tepid dreams

But where the soul finds harmony

the soft back row glow of equanimity

Beauty is not you nor I

golden curls, little white smiles

But the colors seen behind closed eyes

the heart pounding sprint towards stranger's cries

Beauty is not God's green earth

or we that wander, complacent mirth

But to see as those, seconds after birth

in peace lies the eyes of Beauty's worth

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