The veritable attraction
The therapeutic, beauty
Of Ars Poetica,
At hand,
Is such a consolation
In a world falling apart,
Morally decadent
Made up of lies
And worthless sand.
Therefore,
Be seduced,
By the heartfelt arts
That are still sincere
And grand,
Still deep, true consolation,
Simple miracles at hand.
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Poetry at its best is indeed a consolation in these troubled times. Thank you for sharing, amiga mía.