Beauty — be not caused — It Is —
Chase it, and it ceases —
Chase it not, and it abides —

Overtake the Creases

In the Meadow — when the Wind
Runs his fingers thro’ it —
Deity will see to it
That You never do it —

2 Comments

  1. hazmat ali husein says:

    whoo really good

  2. Jess says:

    This poem is better than toppicles it is the truth. It shows how beauty is not what really matters in the end.

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