Delicate
Delicate
How delicate is the expression
Of reason in our thoughts
When our eyes set upon beauty
That only nature can express
In a very subtle way?
It is the acropolis of time
That bends to our will
Without the facility of logic?
Nature is an expression
Of an existential argument
That tortures our mind
As I see it!
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