With It's Respected Presence

Cogent waves tremble the earth,
Washing away the imprint man makes in the sand.
Forcing itself back into an outline, these questions still remain.
Oh humanity, how cruel of you to let curiosity go unknown.
It has shown beauty toward man kind, to ask things one does not know.
Before our grasp, my mind always asks, how beauty still remains, or
How the earth turns so gracefully upon its absent bottom.
The purity of man, the purity of women,
The pleasure of an impressive tune soothing my ears,
The swift turn of a stranger’s head,
The sweet opening of the summer’s scorching sun,
The diction of an ambitious leader, leading an army
Of whispering hope,
The loudest loud, the sweetest sweet,
The peacefulness of a fading horizon bordering our dear earth,
My voice’s loudest loud blisters your ears,
While I call among all of God’s glorious creations.
Thank you beauty, for your audacious soul gracing me
With its respected presence. 

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