What is beauty?

When something is aged, changed, old, withered or near to death; is beauty only in the memory of what it was?

What was it before, if it is not still the same now?

Is it only our perception which changes?

Nature has no physical mirror, nor eyes.

If it doesn’t feel the change in its outer appearance at all.

Will it feel any less a rose?


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