I often ask this question to myself,
What is beauty?
Is it something to do with the face and the body?
Something that comes only superficially?
Or is it something to do with our personality?
Is it an object,and individual,or a concept?
Or is it our stereotyped mental set?
I kept searching for an answer,
Asking questions, reading and talking to people in order to solve this matter.

When all of a sudden i realized,
Beauty cannot be defined
It is something infinite.
Beauty resembles everywhere,
Be it in a person or in the corner of the earth somewhere.

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