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The Real Beauty…

The beauty makes you blind,
Sometimes you do not see.
It all depends on you,
What you treasure.

The physical beauty is,
Sometimes you measure.
Time do speaks all,
When beauty goes downfall.
Gifted are those eyes,
Can judge the real lies.
The beauty lies in the soul,
In judging that one cannot be wrong
The outer beauty fades with time,
But beautiful soul shall always remain thine…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag