A small poem
In a
world of polished faces and perfect grace,
There’s beauty in
the truth that time won’t erase.
With messy hair and lips so
pale,
No makeup to mask, no secrets to veil.
She smiles with a warmth that lights up the night,
Her
laughter unburdened by the quest for perfect light.
Not an
“ideal” girl by society’s art,
But a muse of authenticity,
a work of the heart.
In fast-food moments and street food delight,
Her joy is a
beacon, her presence a light.
She values the simple, the moments
so true,
Finding beauty in flaws, in the real and the new.
Her courage is quiet, her kindness profound,
In her
self-love, a rare treasure is found.
She doesn’t seek to fit
in or conform to the mold,
Her story of grace and strength is
beautifully bold.
So here’s to the girl with her true self unfurled,
Who
brings radiant simplicity into a complicated world.
For there’s
no greater beauty, no more valuable theme,
Than a heart that is
honest and a soul that will dream.
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