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Beauty

O flower teach me beauty
so pure
even if only a single petal remains
its lure does not lessen

So confident
even when collapsed by wind
or wilted under snow
it harbors no doubt

So contagious
the heart must meet
loveliness with loveliness

Teach me beauty which endures
to offer itself
even in death

Beauty so simple
when inspected
its reason cannot be found

And so perfect
even the twisted one
may stand tall

   

 
   
   
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