The Definition of 'Beauty'

Beauty, to me, is the vast expanse of our boundary-absent,

hue-shifting--veiling--temporal sky...

The sound of fleeting seconds falling out of recollection--donating

their image to the echoes, which linger as a reflected resonance,

as our days fade into moments, and then, into memory...

Its the thought of rain suspended, by the ton--in the air,

as clouds--high above the ageless, aged and aging...

Its the passing of language from one generation, to the next--these

ideals embody truest beauty...

Other examples would be the intangibility of thought and guilt,

or the way a secret, when kept, remains unknown, even though,

its repeated--internally--before, after and during every breath...

Or the heart holding on to hope, despite influences of malignity and doubt;

The cadence of temporality; the way we learn and remember;

These are the shapes and shelter of what I consider beauty...
It, for me, won't be a face--or a fad; a person, or an object.

Its nothing that can be cruel or contribute to the foul and detrimental...

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