To fix the blurry and unclear sight
The morning rays made it
Even harder for her to spot
The charm of the mocking world
Lying in its every single instinct,
The senility had taken away
Her dancing blushing youth
Leaving a chunk of dried leaves
In the chest unexquisite,
It can be crushed into
A powder of futility
That can be mouth blown
In the air like a sickening dust,
Her silver strings of hairs
Shed like a tree in the autumn
Waiting the numbness of winter
To spread the freeze through her veins,
Helping her from the vain
Lifting her up to place
Not allowing decaying
For the worms to nosh
Not letting the vicious fire
To have an additional prey
But stay this way
Like a sculpture gray
Becoming the testimony
Of an eccentric epoch…
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