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Beauty.

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by huzaifa0986

by huzaifa0986

I can see the sky line,
Now that I think about it-
It's not really "beautiful"

The dying water,
Dead leaves- lives;
Floating.
Defeated passersby,
The ocassional lamp posts

To give this a contrast were-

The symmetrically asymmetrical mountains,
A single infinite cloud.
The pleasingly soft sky.

And the calm sun.

Now that I think about it.
It's not really "beautiful"

But oh so beautiful.

And that there,
is the beauty of it all.

That there,
is the beauty of beauty.