The Joy Of Beauty
Beauty is in the keen eyes that behold
Never in the high mountains tinged with gold
Clouds that can swirl in any form or shape
Or forest greens that can cover and drape
Beauty is neither defined nor stated
No norms to fit but born to be fated
Like some weird constant in a formula
But is not missed if one has scrofula
Beauty is in actions and reactions
Soft melodious voice and inflections
A mere flutter of eyes, a winsome smile
Coy shake of the head goes a lengthy mile
Beauty is what makes your dullest day great
A few choicest words put springs in your gait
Beauty is there to be seen, discovered
To be unravelled by or recovered
Beauty is a lasting source of delight
Of joy, happiness and unbridled flight
Soaring in the sky of limitless love
Like an infinitely pure and white dove
mbfarookh
Copyright © MB Farookh | Year Posted 2024
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