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Beauty.

Is days beauty disturbed by clouds and rain?

For who truly decides what is beautiful to world?

Only you decide what is beautiful to you,

and not a thing can change that,

for everything in the world has its beauty,

but not everyone is able to see such beauty.

 

It has me thinking, is a beast ugly to another beast?

Is a woman ugly to all men?

Is a serpent hideous to humans?

Who decides?

Only the people who view them can decide for themselves,

beauty is not like a word in the dictionary with a set definition,

its ever changing, ever present and it is spurred from personality.

You cannot mould beauty to suite your own needs and desires,

you can destroy it!

 

But who would do such a thing?

Beauty is not the physical part of all things,

it is the emotional and spiritual side of all things also,

the whole is beauty.

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anderson-ritchie
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Jan 27, 2012
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