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The beauty I see lies in the unheard calls of the

The beauty I see lies in the unheard calls of the crow, unlike the cuckoo - it is always neglected but a song from heart and a poem from happiness is equally beautiful. The beauty I see lies in the dust which is so often blowed off from the surfaces where the smell of masterpieces once used to settle. The beauty I see is in the bubbles in the bucket and not only in the seven colours of the rainbow embellishing the sky after every rain. The beauty I see is in the sweaty faces of the labourers on the construction site. The beauty in my eyes is the momento of truth and not of overrated words, enlarging themselves into sentences of difficult and different meanings. The bouquet of lilies is as beautiful as the roses growing in the orchard of all houses and homes. The beauty that a poet sees lies not only in his own poetry but also in the stories and sonnets and haikus of all those who not only call themselves a poet but are a genuine one, from heart. Genuine beauty is the reflection of truth and not a shadow of fallacy. For a better read : The beauty I see lies in the unheard calls of the crow, unlike the cuckoo - it is always neglected but a song from heart and a poem from happiness is equally beautiful. The beauty I see lies in the dust which is so often blowed off from the surfaces where the smell
The beauty I see lies in the unheard calls of the crow, unlike the cuckoo - it is always neglected but a song from heart and a poem from happiness is equally beautiful. The beauty I see lies in the dust which is so often blowed off from the surfaces where the smell of masterpieces once used to settle. The beauty I see is in the bubbles in the bucket and not only in the seven colours of the rainbow embellishing the sky after every rain. The beauty I see is in the sweaty faces of the labourers on the construction site. The beauty in my eyes is the momento of truth and not of overrated words, enlarging themselves into sentences of difficult and different meanings. The bouquet of lilies is as beautiful as the roses growing in the orchard of all houses and homes. The beauty that a poet sees lies not only in his own poetry but also in the stories and sonnets and haikus of all those who not only call themselves a poet but are a genuine one, from heart. Genuine beauty is the reflection of truth and not a shadow of fallacy. For a better read : The beauty I see lies in the unheard calls of the crow, unlike the cuckoo - it is always neglected but a song from heart and a poem from happiness is equally beautiful. The beauty I see lies in the dust which is so often blowed off from the surfaces where the smell
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