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The Beauty Remain
The beauty remain
where living appeal
has left a sortee
that only as a lesson
to leave as impressive.
As glass houses so to speak
fall apart when turns to sleet.
As seasons proceed
where to be seen of me as yet to be.
Or, as this inner sleet that once contained
where would the body hold a jumbled thing?
That glass held given its constrained hour
as the moment as flower.
Where with the sortees draw away
you'd see that beauty remained.
where living appeal
has left a sortee
that only as a lesson
to leave as impressive.
As glass houses so to speak
fall apart when turns to sleet.
As seasons proceed
where to be seen of me as yet to be.
Or, as this inner sleet that once contained
where would the body hold a jumbled thing?
That glass held given its constrained hour
as the moment as flower.
Where with the sortees draw away
you'd see that beauty remained.
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The Beauty Remain
The Beauty Remain