Amidst it all,
Amidst the transcending black
When life seems to wither and collapse.
The dulcet rhythm of your own heart
And the ethereal beauty of the truth.
And within the mayhem of your thoughts
Do you find peace.
And bit by bit
Your tears begin to cease
And your skin isn't yearning
For scars anymore.
When even mediocre art brings you ecstasy
And decrepit things don't provide you worry.
And you finally realise that your euphoria
Wasn't Just a serendipity.
And you can inevitably shun your inferior thoughts
That you never could before.
It isn't just the surreal art of your mindless heart
That your lips are ashamed of those blatant lies.
But also the epiphany
In the prism of your thoughts.
Even after you beguile your heart
Into believing your illusory beauty
- your heart doesn't find tranquility.
Then can I say you have perceived,
Beauty isn't dawned from
The furthest of your skin,
But entirely from within.
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Exquisite
1. extremely beautiful and delicate.
2. intensely felt.
