| poem.Nov.'02 |
| THE AESTHETIC BLUE Sometimes the color blue is more luscious than mercury, more fluid, more tranquil, more elegant than the misty sea. Yet, a color, only so real as a dream can be; languid and devoid of quality; but from us comes its world alive, comes this world we see. What then is beauty? An art so graceful as a princess born to be; Created, yet natural; An order in chaos, seen only with the eyes of an infinite being - set free. |
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