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True beauty
True beauty
is rarer
than a diamond
and more precious than time.
Like the sun
in the mist
of a evil world,
it inevitably
shines.
It is a dying
rose bud
in a garden
of weeds,
but with god
as its nourishment,
it
blossoms
and succeeds
to become divine.
In the face of true beauty
men
become weak,
losing their ability to speak.
Even though
it can be seen
it is more than
skin deep.
Possessing the ability
to make the strongest of men
smile
or weep. |