the beauty

it can't be manufactured nor made
it appears with elegance and grace

throughout the times, it re-invents and re-introduces
throughout different phrases, it progresses through evolutions

think about when you stop moving and see it
do you daydream of touching and embracing it

i smell the odor of it's scent; so calm yet soothing
it takes me into a place where my mind is effortlessly cruising

not taking it for granted and improving it's reputation is my moral duty
as i stare into the aura of the beauty

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