To the Eyes

What unknown beauty!
Every corners serene,
with all its curves and features
And its pleasant feel.

    But all i see is what's buried inside,
And longs to be seen;
But to a man's normal senses,
It just goes on ignored.

         And after all the many times its tried,
         It begins to die;
        Then all that's left will be a magnificent vessel.
         Full with beauty,but empty and lost with no soul.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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