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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 whites 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.
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
BEAUTY
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 whites 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.
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
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