Of Quiet Beauty

Her form is as a plain says nothing

And she doesn't speak or breathe

But when she moves alone I smell

The clearest sound that harmony defies

Ambrosia on her breath

For I have dutifully

Composed in memory that silence which as laughters

And sweet brokenness the sounds

Of uncoordinated chords devise

Unfairly fair they say the melody

To find divine confusion in the air

That perpetually it melts

of quiet beauty

Author's Note

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