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Beauty

Beauty

Can any one person be the judge?

Its definition varies

Like deep hues of gold fading against the evening sky

Its presence is intangible

Or ephemeral at the most

Such a word cannot be easily defined

But for many, easy to discern

Typically the modern man would cease this opportunity

To relate the “ideal” beauty of a woman

Perhaps one with golden locks cascading down her back

Or one with luscious curves that sway with guarded lust

For some, beauty lies in more simple things

Found in the twinkle of a child’s eyes upon his innocent face

Or in the wrinkles of an elderly man’s smile as he recalls his youth

For some it’s in a lovers gaze as they embrace a final time,

Their fingertips tracing a path so familiar and divine

There’s beauty in the paint cast upon a canvas in passionate rage

Or simply in the beating of a human heart

Beauty is not limited to fabrication

But lies within each of us in gentle slumber,

Awaiting revelation