GILDED BIRDS

GILDED BIRDS

 The only beauty left

Is the struggle for perfection

Beauty is asking to be used

Real beauty endures

Like a rhythm or a cadence

Or a sphere

 

Beauty is an unknown face

Somewhere, in that place

Where something has happened,

Or will soon.

 

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