Beauty
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Beauty is the truth on the horizon of the dream,
it seems to increase endlessly,
Uncut, untouched yet perfectly defined,
beyond the horizons of the divided mind.
Endless and timeless, stretching forever,
its the pot of gold at the rainbow's end,
Disfigured impressions of it we are,
the shades of life, we have to transcend.
It fills the void, endlessly still,
till the void itself exists no more,
Its the thought that forever fills the time
and endlessly flows, shore to shore.
Its hard to define, though it is perfection,
a timeless virgin you have to be,
No words can touch its flawless projection
its only for the deserving to see.
It fills the entire cosmos and more,
its in the seas, its in the shores,
Timeless and deathless its a golden stream
we are but figments of it's endless dream,
It’s what constitutes all.
from the worthless shells, to the golden cores,
The prison walls at the end must fall,
from the physical halls through the astral doors
So sleep no more its time to awaken,
immortality flows through the divine nectar,
Follow the light as it endlessly gleams,
Beauty is the truth of the endless dream.
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Ajinkya Mate
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