Chapter 111
Beauty Is Transitory
Indifferent, neutral and level
Are really a form of a stagnant mire
For you have lost life's few joys
Nothing to spark your inner fire
As each second passes
You grow older and older
As life's time unwinds
It grows colder and colder
Physical beauty is transitory
You will notice it slowly fading away
Things changing shape and feel
Did it always look this way?
But your inner beauty remains
Your mind does not know time
The mirror will show you older
Your mind is still in its prime
The feelings and emotions
Die much slower than the body shell
Run, enjoy, live and touch the Sun
Do not let your prison become Hell
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