The Escape
Vanished glitter, evaporated beauty and shape
Faces that the fabric of wrinkles of agony drape
Tormented and anguished soul in the body’s unsightly prison
Without the succor of death is there an escape?
Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2011
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