Beauty

We’re enthralled

By your power,

Scythed for love

Handsome flower;

Caught by eye

Within our storm,

First be-felled,

Tall trees with form;

Beauty’s life

Always be claimed,

Plucked and ravaged

Sweetest game,

When consumed

Its virtues maimed,

Yet never did

Lend its name;

Goodness hungered

Where there’s none,

For beauty’s made

Never won.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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