Is it a fleeting smile
When no one seems to care
Or a familiar floral fragrance
Wafting on the night air?
Is it a solitary flower
Blooming in a barren field
Or an unexpected downpour
That guarantees the yield?
Is it a warm embrace
In a moment of despair
Or a chance encounter
A special moment to share?
Is it that one flaw
That gives the sublime its character
Or is it the fragile splendour
That could so easily fracture?
Is it what we are able to see
That informs our living artistry
Or is it what we cannot perceive
That defines our comprehension of beauty?
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