You arise, you look, you speak, you grasp, you find..you
To look out in the world, that is displeased, and ugly, you see the beauty in it that makes it beautiful it makes it...you
I smell, I feel, I know that my beauty is me, and know one can tell me different. I am strong, as well as wise. It makes my beauty everlasting. When you look into the sun, the light bounces off your face, your eyes shine with excitement and I know, that just once in my life I finally figured it out. I have captured my beauty.