The Beauty


It’s all I can hear call to me.
Transcendent Beauty.
The only reality I want to know.
Far from incentive to harm or cruelty.
Compassion, empathy, true sentiment
express best as aesthetic echo soul to soul.
In thrall, I emote
onto dimestore paper endlessly.
The agony, the ecstasy.
Fall charmed in fantasy’s exquisite thrill.
Crawl to awe of peak inspiring.
Below, fields, foothills glow, exude
radiant desire.
Exhausted, sore, bruised and torn
over long arduous journey.
Yet, no pain survives
to mar sorcery of glory.
My Deity, this gorgeous view
precious, blessed, sense overwhelmed with pleasure.

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