Just a song
What can see those who see beauty
Only in cold halls of marble and gold,
In words polished against any feeling or sense,
In dead dusty pictures that hang on the walls?
Their beauty is death, for they killed her themselves.
They`ll never be frightened when they look at the stars
And not be delighted in logical games,
In perfect equation, in flight of the mind,
In clear simple poem, a drawing of friend,
The grace of a cat who is climbing a fence...
They`ll never see beauty where it is alive,
Where windows are opened to let in the light,
Where windows are lighted and closed to the night.
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