beauty
By dribble
Beauty slips into a moment Into the forgotten and useless details. For the tangled show of sunset is staged too impeccable to ever truly break your heart. Beauty is in the cracks In the unheralded hour of stillness cold and fragile as yourself that humbly awaits the brilliance of the dawn to fracture it again. Beauty is in the flaws The gap in a smile Flowers on the wrong side of bloom withering quietly under the sun’s loving sternness. Beauty is in the unknown The closed and intriguing faces Brushing past under the sickly yellow Of dying street lamps. Beauty is in the yesterdays Soft eternal afternoons passing in a languid and unbroken sequence of bicycles and swimming pools and laughter floating gently through the air only to disappear, as smoke, as beauty, into the cracks. Written September 8th, 2001 © on Sep 08 2001 06:03 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Beauty slips into a moment..."