To Beauty

Not sure why i wrote this, but enjoy.

To Beauty

To thou, O eighth wonder of the world

Thine eyes iridescence

Thine form timeless

Like Corinthian columns

Struck with meticulous hands

And felt with the softest touch

A beauty from a far off land

Foreign to the senses

But I shall quaff


Unafraid of what may be

And in anticipation of the future

The End

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