What beauty does my heart hold;
When every dropp sparkles in a puddle;
Every pinch of beauty seems to branch like twigs in an epic of grace;
All the birds gray as doves fly with white in two;
The rain that bubbles with the sound that gathers as the bees buzz.
What beauty does pollinate in my heart as beauty does;
A beauty extinguished from the human race;
As I mourn into deep sighs,
A beauty never escapes because
this beauty is locked in that once forgotten place.
When every dropp sparkles in a puddle;
Every pinch of beauty seems to branch like twigs in an epic of grace;
All the birds gray as doves fly with white in two;
The rain that bubbles with the sound that gathers as the bees buzz.
What beauty does pollinate in my heart as beauty does;
A beauty extinguished from the human race;
As I mourn into deep sighs,
A beauty never escapes because
this beauty is locked in that once forgotten place.
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