The essence of beauty
Only feels
Not visible from my eyes
It's me, it's me! I cry
When I see through eye to eye
In the mirror
The reflection of goodness comes
I feel beautiful myself
Silence surrounds me
I think more to the core about beauty
"physical appearance is just an appearance of illusion"
Black ones cry, white ones stand in pride.
Both in illusion
My colour? I can't choose
Eyes seeing beyond the body
And my soul says "I am beautiful"