Behind The Beauty

Behind The Beauty short poem

Uploaded by Divine Ezioke


Beauty!
The quality of being pleasing
The experience of “beauty”
often involves an interpretation of some entity
as being in balance and harmony with nature,
which may lead to feelings of attraction and emotional well-being.

Behind the beauty
Is the inner beauty of you and I
Behind the beauty
Is the attitude of perfection
Our wonderful hearts
Filled with kindness and thoughtfulness
Behind our beauty is impeccable

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My name is Divine Ezioke, I am an aspiring Medical Doctor. I love Writing poems, dancing and expressing myself with use of body language. Basically I read novels.
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