true beauty
is not of the body or of the face,
no, it is a thing of the soul-
of fire and air, breath and spirit,
something brave and unafraid
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
segovia amil
true beauty
is not of the body or of the face,
no, it is a thing of the soul-
of fire and air, breath and spirit,
something brave and unafraid
