What is beauty?
A face?
A rainbow?
The blooming flowers in a meadow?
Beams of sunlight piercing through the windows?
Dreams of any kind?
Gleaming water trickling down the mountains?
The buildings up high, the ones touching the sky?
The golden sunshine setting over the amber hills?
The shining moon?
Dark skies with streaks of lightning?
Beauty is abstract.
Beauty is unexplainable.
It's everywhere.
The things that turn your frown upside down.
The things that make you laugh and fill you with joy.
The things that make you happy.
Those things are beautiful.
Beauty has no genuine definition.

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