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Beginning
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
What, then, beholds the eye of beauty?
The stares and glances,
small gestures and the hint of things unsaid
hidden in the subtlety of fondness.
And the world has disappeared,
dissolved in silence, in darkness, frozen.
Time and space mean nothing.
Held within proximity of the eyes.
Other things noticeably lesser.
Surrounding sound in the air,
vibrating in the soundless room.
Be still, the eyes.
Pulsing of the heartbeats clouding ears.
Shadowing senses in a deafening silence.
Beauty held within the eyes.
And this is only the beginning….
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