beauty

she wouldn’t win a beauty pageant. Not for luck of talent but of the pride to show off. she is the beauty of a gem housed in an unbragging lusture of her countenance.

a beautiful red petal amidst a humble adornation.

maybe she minds much of other things. minds of spreading beauty rather than hoarding it. she would martyr her grace just to plant a smile in bored lips.

she has that calmness of a artistic passion. the silence of a novel scene.. the quite flow of a chemistry equilibrium.

she simply is the epitome of amazing in its meaning

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