
Physical beauty
That lacks depth internally
Emptiest of gifts
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Physical beauty
That lacks depth internally
Emptiest of gifts
In these days
Where ugliness is glorified
There are moments of beauty
Which make my soul sing

Awakened by
Voices of early risers
Small children
With big voices
So much
Personality
They occupy
Far more space
Than their bodies
Would belie
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At times it’s sought out
Others, it’s served up for us
Beauty’s worth finding
Like something
Jane Austen would’ve wrote,
Dancing around edges,
Flickering, flirting, motion,
Seducing me, drawing me
Closer than I should;
Then I would dare if I were
Rational. But that mind
Sleeps on the edge of
Where darkness meets
Light.