Beauty

Lignes invisibiles

A fast poem I wrote in two minutes after starting singing alone the lyrics inside my room, out of nowhere.


What is beauty?

Everything that falls

breaks and crawls

everything, which can not be fixed

but when you look at it

you still find the trick

to enter everything in it

What is beauty?

Everything that falls

invisible airs

and things one never knows

There is no beauty

that can not be serene

and if you see something

peaceful and at ease

maybe you have found beauty

just for once

and please

do not hesitate to try and touch it

but be sure that

is hard to reach it

What is beauty?

I do not know

and the lyrics I am writing

are the result of a mind

which high on some sort of flow

/inner flow.

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