The Voice of Beauty

What this contagious smudge? Spreading in their walk of life With that fondness on its look And behaving in us too august From its stockpile and reserves As everyone keeps impatient And nervy well at his seconds A mutual support it's to bring Metrics at the edge showing up Definitive to blend irregularities. A beautiful painting to figure on? Fancy vignettes out the color wheel The artistry steadfast to the dogs Not suspicious by its wall bricks By most minors well foreseeable Shrinking the grid lines as young Such a thirst needing no drink Hungry! Enthusiastic to starve Canvas tensed up for buildings Their thoughts then getting stiff. How the streams match a channel? Probably an invention off the orbit Once in a while without likely set up Soft scales splitting her shoulders Unto offsprings of a foreshadow Which are likely to be fully grieved Creating gradient on last designs So as to weaken no nail stepped in Grounded fruits rising to their trees Plenty of happiness everyone needs.