`True Beauty `

enthralled beauty shines
into the deserving souls
from seductive eyes

Words ✍sjbeaux
Art 📸  Valerie Heysen (IG: @valerieheysen)

~ Writer's Note ~

The beauty of a woman is not always in her phyical appearance, but the true beauty in a woman is revealed in her soul. 

~ Inspiration ~

"She is like moon who fell in love with the blue night and shared all her light ..." ~ Imran Sheikh

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