Beauty Can't Compete
When the last rays of sunlight start to die,
scarlet flames burn the sky as clouds ignite.
And while the birds roost, bats begin to fly,
hunting down elusive moths in mid-flight.
Luna hangs high in an ebony sky
spinning dreams into beams of golden light.
And twinkling stars, like fireflies in the night,
confetti the heavens, dazzling the eye.
Like gold filigree pinned to the darkness
swirling galaxies adorn the skies above,
as shooting stars unzip the black of space.
But, Man stands unabashed in His starkness,
for cosmic beauty can't compete with love,
a trait intrinsic to the Human race.
(Italian Sonnet)
8/7/2018
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