Beauty is born of novelty
And dies of banality
Beauty is born of rarity
And dies of disuse.
Beauty is born of
the formidable
And dies off familiarity.
Beauty is born of the forbidden
And dies of togetherness.
Beauty is born in conquest
And dies of another conquest.
In net, beauty is born in
one’s arrival
And dies in one’s
overstaying.
A thing of a fresh one is a
joy for ever.
03.03.2003

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