My inmost heart echoes reality,
Truth to smell like the fragrance of flowers,
It enshrines in the sculptures for beauty,
Carved by the sculptors in chisel-powers,
Beauty is gaiety for the viewers,
It is the truth of truths to shine all bright;
Like the stars to twinkle in the welkin,
Art is art; find in it Beauty, seekers,
In their hearts, it dazzles in all delight;
To the sculpture-marvel, truth is akin.
Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021
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