A Girl And Her Moles
A Girl And Her Moles
The Beauty of a girl
Is not the clothes she a wears
The figure she has
Or how she combs her hair
Nor even the skin color she has.
The beauty of a girl
Is not in a facial mole
But true beauty in a girl
Is reflected by her soul
Like a flower that blossoms
Like the river that flows without any hesitation
Like the tree that grows just to touch the sky
Like the mountains that never get old
This way the girl is beautiful...