A fast poem I wrote in two minutes after starting singing alone the lyrics inside my room, out of nowhere.
What is beauty?
Everything that falls
breaks and crawls
everything, which can not be fixed
but when you look at it
you still find the trick
to enter everything in it
What is beauty?
Everything that falls
invisible airs
and things one never knows
There is no beauty
that can not be serene
and if you see something
peaceful and at ease
maybe you have found beauty
just for once
and please
do not hesitate to try and touch it
but be sure that
is hard to reach it
What is beauty?
I do not know
and the lyrics I am writing
are the result of a mind
which high on some sort of flow
/inner flow.
Beauty is this post 🌹
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Grazie mille Vincenza! 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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