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Beauty and stone
In the huge town square,
A statue carved from stone witnessed every passer by,
And wondered how it could similar movements acquire,
So that it too could walk if not fly,
Its eyes constantly looked at the strange faces,
Its posture was always the same,
It stood at just one place and it could never visit other places,
For it had sacrificed everything in the static beauty’s name,
That is still, motionless, feelingless and always the same,
It even perceives different things with single perception of mind,
Cursed to play over and over again the same game,
Because for the statue-like beauty everything is predefined,
The posture, the view, the stance, and I guess even its every thought,
At least that is how I feel when I look at the statue placed in the main town square,
It seems to seek what it since eternity has sought,
Because it may bear a fixed expression, but that has nothing to do with its desire,
Because it expresses what its sculptor felt,
And in this crowded town square it looks the same every night, everyday and every time,
Of its own sweet will it has never with anything dealt,
It has witnessed many lovers’ kisses, and it has been witness to many a crime,
But it is its irony to be a statue and nothing else,
Beautiful to look at and admire,
But it has a missing pulse,
That of real, warm, sensitive and sensate beauty in its prime,
So, I sometimes look at it and just pretend it noticed me,
As I leave the spot, I see it unmoved and feelingless,
To it nothing matters, who you are or who you wish to be,
Because it is just beauty carved from stone, completely lifeless,
And then my love I think of you, and I miss you,
So I leave the statue and its stone carved beauty behind,
Because the statue is beautiful, but it cannot be you,
Therefore, instead in my memories and in my heart beats you I discover and always manage to find!
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