Beauty withered
in the passage of time
like the beautiful flowers
when they wither
their tender petals
fall one by one
worn out by old age.
I ask.
What will become of life
without its candid beauty?
Since in this world,
people only madly seek
obvious beauty
and stubbornly reject
the beauty of the soul.
©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
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