The flesh, bones and dna yet shall be dust and vanish
Like the tears in the rain.
The young or mature,
Your joy, your sorrow
The death will not wait
Succumbing to anaerobes
That will feast on thee
Yet you are beauty in decay
The flesh you see the mirror
Is just mere flash of your existence
Perhaps a mirage of
Your self believe
But you are still beautiful
It portrays your extraneous self
But where does your beauty lie?
Your profound secrets, happiness,
Joy, pre-meditated crimes, nightmares and
Your greatest deeds?