Uloia Norris Moore - Different Are All Days

How do we measure
them so.

With each new spin and twist
of our world it brings new reflection
to all eyes.

Beauty is but a reflection of light
if seen at wrong angle you miss
the sight.

Regal as wont can
pass any by.

Beauty is from within
not to the eye.

Uloia Norris Moore

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