beauty lies in the eye of the beholder

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Beauty Lies in the Eye of the Beholder



What is beauty? 

Is beauty defined by looking gorgeous? 

Or does beauty have something to do with our wit?

Mother always told me i look beautiful regardless

but do we like the beauty in us, as luck would have it?


What to do when the eyes of the beholder are narrowed? 

Do we force their eyes open, 

or just accept that we aren't in the category of the beauty threshold,

 which the society has set woven?


Actually, beauty is wisdom and grace.

Beauty is satisfaction.

Beauty is strength and our comfort place.

Beauty was, is and will always be an emotion.

What is it for you? 





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