Beauty
Behind the veil of beauty,
reside darkness
waiting like lover
peering through the windows,
counting the ticking of clock
cometh the hour,
transported from illusion
to grotesque,
all beauty decay.
Copyright © Muqudus Shahab | Year Posted 2017
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