slowly the beauty in you
unfolds like the petals
of a rose, in slow motion
unfolding on screen,
not your flat nose, for
it will always be flat
despite the passing
of the years,
my dear, it is your kind heart,
they have not seen it yet,
it is your wisdom, growing
deep in the soil,
like roots.
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