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Sonnet: All Things Are Beautiful
Be it a mountain or a little mount,
Be it a hillock or a mighty hill,
Be it a waterfall or little fount,
There is much beauty that a heart can fill!
The size or color does not matter much;
The place or face of things isn’t important;
Beauty depends on the observer’s touch,
Of being lured in ways significant.
Each artist knows the value of his heart;
The Potter knows the price of every pot;
All things have beauty innate or in part;
There is a world within a single dot!
The state of mind and exposure matters;
The careless observer always falters.
7-19-2002
poem
by
John Celes
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