"I wish to look beautiful."
I whispered, following the shooting star's tail,
And as if in a dream, were I not so wakeful,
Its soft reply came to my way:
"Then let the moonlight enter your abode,
During the darkest hours,
You will be beautified in the blink of an eye,
Resembling the dissembling petals of enchanting flowers."
"Alas, dear star,
How do I look beautiful in the days?"
"Well, toil your skin and hair
With spring water during the daybreak,
You'll be glistening with those drops, manoeuvred under
The shimmering sun rays."
"Alas, dear star,
How do I look beautiful all the time, pray tell?"
"Let your warm breath be engrossed on the mirror,
Or rub it with sand,
It'll blur your imperfections,
Burnishing every hair strand,
You'll truly fall for your own reflection."
"Alas dear, sweet shooting star,
How do I become beautiful in every way,
For everyday that will stay, like these eerie scars,
Oh, is there any way?"
"Yes, an abandoned way, one of a kind,
But do heed this before leaving your steps behind;
Beauty is not just from face,
Purify the insides, the soul, heart and mind,
And the outside will, on its own, fall into place."
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•Silent Screams•
ŞiirWords that never left the lips, Phrases unheard by any soul but mine, Thoughts that lie on the ocean bed like sunken ships, Voices present nowhere but this strange mind. I scream internally, confessing my deeds, And none but my demons listen, Yet, o...
