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Beauty is around you and in you.

piercetheveilmont
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"Art is the life only foolish miss, so don't be one."

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Beauty is around you and in you.

Ever since I landed on this earth

The birds were singing

The trees were dancing

The rain was painting the grass with mud

And so are now

I may lay into passing away and bequeath

The art

That accompanied me through my living days

Beauty is not ephemeral, never was, never will be

But art is, was and will forever be

The vital signs of poetry pulse through my veins, and so does on yours

They've been with you your whole life, waiting for their verse on your heart

Look at it

Look once more

Look how many times are needed for you to understand

To belong

Make your verse, live in one

Art is the life only foolish miss

So don't be one

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  • piercetheveilmont

    Just realized I messed up a bit with the term "ephemeral", it should be quite the opposite. Haven't practiced my english for a while, I apologize. (I hope it, at least, makes sense)

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  • samReads2

    'landed on this earth' - wait, do you mean it literally, or more like arriving somewhere brand new where everything sings?

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  • Ovid

    Very beautiful poem, indeed. Made my day!

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