Beauty
As a child, she was
beautiful.
years when by, she was
beautiful.
Others tell the tale of the child with spun gold hair.
She was beautiful.
Not what really matters,
She didnt believe.
Disbelief.
I was a vision, or so they say.
I grew to know it, but….
Others opinions, nothing more.
Don’t think much of it.
Me-misunderstood.
Just misunderstood.
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