To be in the world
Beauty Dies
And it becomes
A skeleton of lies
A silent adjustment
A nod of the head
Leaving the past behind
Keeps walking ahead
It closes the eyes
Makes a compromise
A tormented soul
Hoping it dies
It sees ahead
An empty space
And in shame
Buries its face
What can it do?
But rationalize
From these ashes
No phoenix can rise
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