you know what beauty is? it's a feeling.
i've seen in it songs
i've seen it in the ripping tune of the harmonica and
i've seen it in the rustling of the leaves as the after rain weather settles in
i've seen it in words
and in the blueness of one's eyes (which also is itself a feeling)
i've seen it in the open hands of a poet
taking a deep breat to express the exact desire
and dropping his hands desperately at his sides
"it is beautiful!"
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