Not in the mirror's fleeting glance,
Nor in the shimmer of youth's fair dance,
But deeper still, where spirit dwells,
A beauty blooms that time foretells.
In kindness shown to friend and foe,
In strength that lets compassion grow,
In wisdom earned through joy and strife,
These mark the loveliness of life.
A gentle word, a helping hand,
A heart that strives to understand,
These jewels outshine all outward art,
True beauty blossoms from the heart.
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