BEAUTY MY HOME

Where does beauty sleep
Where is the heart which never dies
That beauty of life can awaken
With devouring logic that survives

Here, I am waiting for the bliss
The one that can take me home
Into a dream of greater reality
That lives in me and in the stone

The beauty is not in the eye
It’s not even in the art
It is a need of a moment
That creates beauty in the heart

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