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As calm as one can be,
It is settled to be a treat.
It's invisible to the eye
When the light is identified.
It's beauty underrated,
It's a concept mistaken.
How can it be so mean,
When all I see is beauty?
Under a beacon so common
One can never know it
Unless they see it clearly.
Though it's frightening,
It is as delicate as the wind can be.

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