weirdly enough, i don't see auras, but i feel in color as well as feel the color of others. if that makes sense.
i believe that beauty does radiate from within, and pours outwards, because it must. i don't know if just a body can contain it when it is truly there. and it's not always there. not with me anyway. i have my ugly hardened heart moments that even i wish i could squash once i recognize them. but gosh, when i, or anyone else for that matter, is full of this lovely beautiful glowing light, one can't help but be attracted to it and be part of it in some way.
Very pretty... I'm learning how resiliently fragile the body is this year... your poem is dead-on. It's the light within that gives our glass figures a glow.
Submission Name: Beauty
