Beauty, Spills in his cup,the cure of his every disease, elixir of lust. His moon spreads, On the plate,the twinkling stars debouch from the glass of water. Again beauty, they reflect. That is what he says,I am beauty, But nothing more than What he sucks or sips or that, what he ingests or imbibes.Smell is not savoured, Only the hue, he steals. That's how, beauty is defined. And then, brings a perpetual quietus, The age cheats and with the cusp of temptation,vehemence dies. Dimmet in the sky of lovethere comes the end. Killing the fragrance in womb,the wildflower wilts, moon starts waning and the glass goes dry. oh my swain!Believe me, the beauty lies. yes! even the beauty dies. #beauty_spills_in_his_Cup #pages_of_my_diary #nojotoenglish #Nojoto #quotes #love ❤️❤️❤️🤗🤗✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️🤗🤗🤗🙏...........