Beauty

The disappearing star from light
Your presence - only dream,
Which flow's throught silent night,
Toward the sunrise beam.

I didn't know that you are so,
Marvelously beautiful!
Spark on the virgine snow...
Name sounds as illusional,

Touches me as warming flame.
I'm trying through
Wild running wave
To look on you...

But only foggy haze,
Returns me lambent ocean,
Part of your symbolic phrase
As drop of magic potion


In every motion of nature
I'm searching shape of you
Immortial portraiture 
I feel how paint to..


How easy I can draw
Lines of you breast
"The beauty is out of flaw" -
It would be so expressed.

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