Transient Beauty

A thing of beauty

is also an object of anxiety.

One part of mind adores the beauty,

the other part repents on its fragility.

One part says - Oh! its the only one, like none other.

The other part asks - will it go on?

The realization of its fleeting nature,

and the ensuing gloom- shadows the appreciation.

And in this perplexity,

the thing of beauty, passes into oblivion.

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