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I Once Saw.....
I once saw a woman
playing piano
in a quiet little room
washed in evening light.
Nothing about her
asked to be noticed.
Yet the entire room
felt softer
because she existed inside it.
And I remember thinking-
beauty has very little
to do with perfection.
Sometimes beauty
is simply a soul
that never allowed the world
to make it cruel.
Maybe that is why
the things we call beautiful
often feel familiar to our spirit.
Because somewhere inside them
we recognize
the parts of ourselves
still waiting to be loved gently.
