What am I?
I am very beautiful on the outside,
But within lies nothing of worth to more than a few people,
I, much like every great Artist and philosopher,
Am very adorned on the outside,
As the insides lie in constant ruin,
I am often raised high to signify the importance of what I hold,
Unlike them, I am not living,
Fragile in my existence,
A tap the wrong way,
Capable of ending me,
I carry what once was,
But will never be again,
Reduced to nothing more than dust.
What am I?
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Just Some Poems
PuisiIt's just some poems. Just a coupleof them .Just curious of any thoughts bout it. 😄😁😁 And there's a riddle at the end ,for those who like them.
