Beauty
What makes true beauty?
Some say beauty exists
In one’s well-molded physique,
Beautiful eyes
And pearly white teeth.
Others claim beauty resides in the heart,
Where humility,
Stability,
Tranquility
And mobility reign on the Almighty’s pie chart.
But perhaps it’s a combination of the internal and external,
Since the radiance from within protrudes a journal,
Eventually producing a masterpiece eternal.
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