Beauty: A poem 

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Beauty is a paradise 

Its fruit are so sweet and nice 

Fortune and fame fondly smile 

Abundance like the river Nile 

But cherish not the apple a bit 

When life is only morally decrepit 

For the honey of innocence is very fine 

But the flashlights are not worth a dime 

And to try and be ageless like the skies 

Is the scalpel worth the price? 

For the flower is in the memory 

To the aging, sagging, creaking tree 

Time wins outright against youth 

The stars of spring cannot overshoot 

Beauty is in the idea, not in the appearance 

At dusk, only wisdom goes the full distance 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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