Fear and Beauty

So much beauty
I’d like to gather in my hands
In great bunches
Pieces of this endless land
To carry with me.
It steals my breath
And strikes my gaze
But I am afraid
Of forgetting
And feigning importance
Of lesser things

My soul sings
But the melody fades
And I am afraid
Of losing the words
There are things I have heard
That I want to write down

There is beauty
That was
And if I had stayed
I am afraid
That there is much to lose

But what was
And what once was true
Will always be.
For though I am afraid,
There is a beauty
Unable to fade
And it is this
I strive to see

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