Sometimes beautiful,
Sometimes irritating,
Your sexy dressings,
Exploiting your appeals,
Exposing your charms,
Your ads on the TV,
Your movies in the halls,
All is over,
Now you conceal your body,
It’s fatty and ugly,
The wrinkles of face,
Uncountable,
Telling many stories,
I can see a wrinkle,
It’s a poem on your beauty,
Read it if you can,
Still a beauty,
Immortal!
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