Beauty
Looking at the clearest water
clarity with a depth of person.
The longer I watch its beauty pure;
I see what time has lanced.
The closer I travel with my road
I understand its epoch.
Looking at the clearest water
Its clarity has begun to muddle.
The longer I epoch
I see little of what once was.
Copyright 2011 by Genebrother
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