Though beauty is hard to define
it lives in your heart, lives in mine.
‘Tis beauty that we always seek
when hearts are heavy, Spirit’s meak.
So always see what’s truly there
for beauty resides everywhere.
The artist is the word supreme;
’tis within them that lives the dream.


About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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