Beauty Is Not A Mirror Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Beauty isn't just something you see in a mirror, it's more like a flowing river, learning to sparkle. It begins where the fabric of life fades, where faces quiet down, and something unseen starts to rise, just like the dawn breaking from within. Beauty speaks a language that isn't spoken but felt, much like rain that never questions who deserves its touch. It's the gentle hand that softens the world, like a breeze brushing against the cheek of a weary sky, a voice that arrives softly, like light spilling through a half-open door. It's laughter light as a feather gliding through heavy moments like a bird that forgets all about gravity.
It embodies the soul delicate as hidden flowers, leaving behind their sweet scent as time goes by. And every soul that spreads kindness leaves behind echoes, warmth, and quiet prayers that bloom like gardens in unseen hearts. Each gentle step we take on this earth is a seed, and God, like nurturing rain, embraces it with acceptance, allowing love to rise like fresh green after a long drought.
The traces we leave linger on, like glowing footprints in soft dust, like whispers that refuse to fade, like stars still shining even after the night has passed. Peace peace to the hearts that carry light as if it were their very breath, as if darkness never taught them to fear. Peace to those who offer hope, like hands extending water to a thirsty horizon. Peace to those who scatter love like petals, like prayers, like the dawn.
Peace, time and again to the souls that make the world a gentler place simply by being here.