Beauty From the First Line
BÉÂÚTÝ LÎÉS ÎN ThÊ ÉÝÉŠ ÕF THE BÉhÔLDÉR
Beauty, I beseech you that tussles not
lies more like a temblor in the heart
in broken twigs it suffers from-
The twilight like poly-valleys in the Sahara
eyes of a vigilant bearer scared
of the mere silhouette in the dark
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The heart whose belated portrait only she wears
Beholder, you I call upon- show me beauty
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