People are like apples picked from a tree,
The beautiful ones with no imperfections are picked first, but that makes them bitter and unripe.
The bruised and dented are picked last,
but that makes them sweet and delicious.
But beauty is just a perception.
The second you bite into the sweet but imperfect apple, you realize it is more beautiful than all other apples combined. Beauty is just a perception.
So don’t hide your dents and perfect imperfections.
If you do, you may become bitter inside. Beautiful is not a definition of you, but you are the definition of beautiful. New Beauty Poems Superb Inspirational Poetry Grand poems about Perception
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