It is pretentious,
Colourfully addressed on the outside,
& seeking acknowledgments along its path.
Merely evading such privacy, with such bulk nothingness
In one's life.
Beauty is like the an empty space.
It is invisible, but it exists.
Often searched, when already present
Discovered by the intrinsic eyes
So often yearned but never conceived,
For such 'emptiness' is truly a scatter
Of immeasurable entity
Often searched, when already present
Discovered by the intrinsic eyes
So often yearned but never conceived,
For such 'emptiness' is truly a scatter
Of immeasurable entity
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