Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

The Real Beauty


Everyone seems so intent on beauty,
but beauty is only skin-deep.
It is what lies beneath the beauty
that everyone, should be looking for.
The real beauty everyone wants to attain
should always come from within
and not the complexion of their skin.

13 February 2008

Submitted: Tuesday, March 04, 2008

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  • JoAnn McGrath (3/4/2008 8:31:00 PM)

    It's to bad the hormones of youth get in the way...and wanting the prettiest package under the tree....sad that as we get older we find out just what beauty really is...and even sadder the ones who never find it's true meaning (Report) Reply

  • Anita Atina (3/4/2008 7:21:00 AM)

    Aha, the perception of beauty, interesting topic and good message.
    Cheers
    Anita (Report) Reply

  • Tara very irritated with PH injustice (3/4/2008 2:59:00 AM)

    Oh, if only D. You know, some days I wake up and think, who shall I be nice to today. Most days, I wake up and think, what colour lipstick shall I wear today. Sigh. The sentiment is much appreciated, D.t x (Report) Reply

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