Beauty is composed of many things
and never stands alone.
It is part of horizons,
blue in the distance,
great primeval silences,
knowledge of all things of the earth.
It is so fragile
it can be destroyed by a sound or thought.
It may be infinitesimally small
or encompass the universe itself.
It comes in a swift conception
wherever nature has not been disturbed.
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