Tears.

When, is a person, at his/ her most beautiful, to you?

Its when the person cries. Tears. Vulnerability. All Facade fades away. All walls tumbled.

There's only that person, and tears, cascading down his/her cheeks.

That; To me, is what I call Beauty.

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Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, 1860