Beauty - Poem by andre solemn
What you see is an illusion of the truth.
The brightness of the soul is the beauty within.
Yet a humble human can’t see the truth,
We still act on our animal instinct,
People chose not to open their minds to the truth,
They believe in the beauty within,
But they dare not see it,
I t is one of the regular irony of life,
Deal with it.
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