My version of beauty is vivid, Different from traditional metrics.
It could be the shine in the hair, The glow in the eyes, Tranquility in the smile, Or just a tiny, fragile nose pin.
It could be the color of the dress, The charisma in the voice, Or the confidence in the attitude.
As a poet, I try to find what they hide, Buried within the fakeness, Deeply engraved by the purity of the soul. So for me, beauty is not what you see, But what you feel in silence.