They say,
Be not moved by gold,
Nor charmed by crowns,
Nor swayed by faces
Carved like the dawn.
But by hearts that give
Without asking for more,
By spirits clothed in grace,
Stitched with kindness.
Yet we—fragile beings,
Spun from dust and desire,
Bow often to the gleam,
Reaching for what glitters.
They say,
Let the heart lead the way,
Let the soul discern freely,
That true beauty lies
In soft-spoken...
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