Beauty is heard from
composer's sounds,
it is seen through
the artist's hand.
Its stay may
be ephemeral,
or lie centuries
over the land.
It is felt in
the stillness
of the night,
and comes from
the poet's pen.
But the truest
beauty to
be found,
exists in the
souls of men.

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