VanitiesA Poem by Ana B.Beauty of the
strangest forms and shapes Is following
my cognizance… In this
mirror of infinite escapes Not one is
possessing confidence…
Unbearable attachment
for the superficial The world has
drowned in it nowadays So that
dexterities are counted as inefficient And if there
is beauty, no need to look for other ways.
And so I ask
myself looking in the mirror Where do I stand
in this charade? Will my mind
and soul be clearer? If beauty had
no color and no shade?
© 2015 Ana B.Reviews
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