Beauty

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The painful longing of a melancholic life
the fullness, but seeking of
something that doesn’t fill
why search when the answer is known

The ache of every blade of grass
freely blown by wind
blinded by the gypsy cloud
disowns the suns caress

The fury of the gossamer
laden fully gown
why struggle against the cruel crown
of flitting beauty unseen

The one disowns for the longing
of seconds different song
the twist of mortal sight
is only of its sightlessness

The blind are only leading
the ones who should not see
only those around
but Him beyond the sea