Wait; pause dont panic; Not all mirrors' reflect the soul. There's beauty hidden deep within; Every beasty thing that exists. And ugliness is a trait of beauty. Unseen and unheard in fairy tales. Everthing made of star dust; Has something magical within. All snow white's are not fair; And every prince isn't charming. Nothing other than the black. Could satisfy the moonless dark. Every ugly, earthy seed contains; An unborn beautiful flower. Until it doesn't die of suffocation; It doesn't reproduce beauty. While cherishing the beauty of the flower Why ignore the cause is the seed's sacrifice? Would it be still an eye treat; If the seed hadn't died a terible death? Arnt abstract arts masterpeices; Like the others present in the gallary? Dont trust mirrors They only reflect the phyical appearance, Not the beauty of the soul. Everthing is beautiful; When veiwed from different angle; From different point of veiw; Not the one which we are accustomed to see from.