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Friday, 24 May 2013


Beauty

(For My Daughter)

Through gardens, we glimpse one another,
beyond flowers, fountains and birds,
eyes intrigued behind spirals of steam;
mind on the magic of words.

What beauty romances the intrigue!
What wonder will poetry weave?
A soul in the midst of its butterfly dream
is fonder than hearts can perceive.

The barrier breathing between us
is that which binds us together:
none other than beauty!
The world where we touch,
myriad moments, forever.



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