beauty must have the longevity of an autumn leaf
or the impact of a summer breeze.
such slight manifestations of irregularity
that you barely feel or rarely see,

but it is never permanent
and it is never the same.
that which holds beauty
will only last the day.

to understand why such things are
would only cause further madness.
some will never see it for what it is,
the few who live in ignorant bliss.