Beauty
Newborn skin,
Soft hues of dawn,
Beauty's gentle bloom.
Ink stains spread,
Across the soul's canvas bright,
Colours deepen, hues shift.
Nature's treasure,
A fragile, vibrant spark,
In barren land's embrace.
Riverbed shrinks,
To cracked earth's despair,
Yet blossoms still bloom.
Floodgates rise,
Whispering, "We are free",
Beauty's endless art.
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