Beauty does not die,
It simply changes
It doesn't vanish,
It grows on
Sometimes, the beauty hides
Within great depths,
It takes a while to find
Amidst it's beautiful disguise
When eyes of human
Find thy beauty,
Appreciation doesn't always,
Fill their hearts
A delicate, white rose for instance
Is beautiful to human only when it blossoms
As winter comes we don't appreciate it anymore
We think there's no more beauty
The beauty of the rose however,
Does not die
The rose doesn't just vanish
It simply just transforms into a sleeping beauty
It simply changes
It doesn't vanish,
It grows on
Sometimes, the beauty hides
Within great depths,
It takes a while to find
Amidst it's beautiful disguise
When eyes of human
Find thy beauty,
Appreciation doesn't always,
Fill their hearts
A delicate, white rose for instance
Is beautiful to human only when it blossoms
As winter comes we don't appreciate it anymore
We think there's no more beauty
The beauty of the rose however,
Does not die
The rose doesn't just vanish
It simply just transforms into a sleeping beauty
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