Beauty

With every passing moment,

beauty detoriates,

beauty ages,

it can peak,

or pause,

or even stop being beauty,

but praise of beauty,

shall always remain,

embedded in hearts,

in minds,

in lovers,

in friends,

in families,

in strangers,

in nature,

in poetry,

beauty never remains beauty,

for beauty is 'that moment'

and even the moment has to pass,

and so beauty perishes,

leaving tarnishes in hearts, soul and mind,

Goodbye beauty.....

can such a thing ever happen?