Beauty fades in a moment
Just like the scourging sun rising Eastwards fades by dawn.
Like the daffodils, letting go the touch of the rays.
Like the faith of a religious who faces trials and tribulations without Grace.
Like memories, weakened in distance and time.
Like the saliva vanishing from the thirsty tongue.
So does beauty fades in a moment
Nevertheless, everything faded is maintained.
Beauty compliments with goodness.
The good acts you show to others in the morning with one true heart, lives with them even after sunset