BEAUTY

Beauty is a creature gazing upon the mist of morning sun.

She is never one side only, she is never able to be framed and yet spoken out loud by so many.

She has no face, no colour and yet we all fall for her and adore her.

Actually we crave her, want to be her and feel her.

Beauty is a creature gazing upon the mist of morning sun, with the first look in the mirror it comes undone.

/ lc wolff