As I looked more intently
The sparkle in the eyes
The moustache and the beard
And a smile flowered on the face
There is something to it
That it spreads magic
And I asked myself this question
Why did I hate it at some point
Why it never felt perfect
And today, even the scars
Just add the right touch
Why does the mirror reflect joy today
When before
All it reflected was sorrow
May be,
First the heart blooms
And then the smile
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