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| by Robert Louis Arehart |
| Beauty is a relative thing that grows within the mind. Inspired by warmth and tenderness and to all cares, is blind. The beauty that, at first, we see is not the one to trust. The perfect grace we always seek lies deep beneath the crust. The gift of truest beauty cannot by all be had, so once you seek and find it, Rejoice! my friend, be glad! The time you spend in searching for beauty that's plain to see will be hours of wasted effort for, beauty can only be the bright and inner glowing we seldom look to see. |
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| I would like to say thank you to the author Robert Arehart who gave me permisson to use his copyrighted poem on my site,, ! |
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