Beauty


Is beauty intrinsic

or all in our heads

Are we born with the notion

or taught it instead

When I look up and marvel at baby blue skies

is that natural to me

or some kind of lie

Is it implanted and grown

or is it born as are we

a notion with purpose

to describe what we see

The freedom of nature

its animals too

the buildings of man

the beauty of you

Its form is so clear

its source not so neat

but that matters so little

when it feels so complete

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