Beauty

Beauty

They say

Is in the eyes of the beholder

But

I have to ask

Just what does that mean?

Well

To put it simply

Beauty is subjective

It is fat

It is thin

It is tall

It is short

But I,

I must disagree

I find beauty

In the every day places

The flick of the hair

The pleasing smile

The forbidden laugh

The sorrowful tears

Beauty

I feel

Is in the places

Only few

Daren’t look.

The End

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