Bellus Corpus

Bellus Corpus english poems

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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
Your vanity
Ego or
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?

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