Beauty Is not in the eye of the beholder;
It cannot be enhanced with colour,
or obliterated by scars.
It is not created knowingly or lovingly,
but forged in fire.
It cannot be extinguished by blindness.
Cruel words only fan the flames,
causing it to flicker before burning brighter.
It is not fickle or fearful,
age only enhances its charms.
Beauty is not always appreciated;
The harshness of life closes our eyes,
but beauty is indomitable.
It submits to the passage of time,
It is not found in a reflection;
It cannot be replicated.
But, remove the mask and cast off the falsehoods,
hold strong and listen,
because beauty can become.
Beauty is Laughter.
Beauty is Silence.
Beauty is Innocence.
Beauty is Experience.
Beauty is Pain.
Beauty is Comfort.
Beauty is Overcoming.
Beauty is Submitting.
Beauty is Love.
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Avete presente quegli scomodi abiti vittoriani? Quelli con la gonna che strascica un po' per terra, gonfiata sul di dietro dalla tournure? Quelli con i corsetti strettissimi e i colletti alti che solleticano il collo? Ecco. Io non vorrei indossare altro.