Eternal Beauty

Eternal Beauty short poem

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Beauty in that black lifeless tree,
why shouldn’t i call it eternal,
It can exist in this cold lifeless environment,
Isn’t it appreciable?

Where are those colourful flowers,
Where are those fragrant petals,
Always try to attract small lives for own sake,

Now this tree is inhabiting them,
In this lifeless world,
It has golden beads that glitters on blank branches,

Yes, it is eternal,
The beautiful black with golden beads on it’s branches,
Shinning like black moon in white lifeless night,
yes, It is eternal.

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ZUZANNA MUSIAL
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Hello, Palak Sharma.

The tree seems sad in the environment that you described.
Although the tree might be a okay when spring arrives.
There is some melancholy in your poem.
Good write. Keep them coming.:-)

Thank you,
ZuZanna

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