As I get older the more I understand,
Understand about beauty.
It is not in the face or the words,
It comes from the heart
In the way people love and care,
The way people care and listen,
The way they forgive
And treat people with kindness.
A beautiful soul is something you feel
It not just something you see.
May your soul always be felt,
Felt by all around us.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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