Beauty.
She evades me.
Sometimes I think I recognize her, so I call out to her, reaching and stretching, hoping to grasp her,
But she disappears, turning her head, mocking me with her sparkling sweet smile.
Where did she go?
For that one fleeting moment, I thought I might own her, understand her, know her even,
but Beauty, once again, has slipped quietly away.
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