true beauty haunts no mirrored paths
or sighs in desperation at unseen eyes
self-obsessed, obvious, and whirling at the center -
no,
true beauty is busy living, hands helping
raw reality and eyes focused forward
diligent and square-jawed
weary, but resolved, and sometimes
when the light is just right
and she turns her head
you catch the faint outline
of a starry crown
heavenly.
true beauty, here on earth,
is measured
in glimmers.
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