Brain Trauma


She anticipates death
Like Hollywood always
Strives for sex appeal
As a new ceremonial funeral
Paints over her reality
At every twist and turn
Behind the clouds,
The Sun doesn’t spout off
A single bit of worry
Regarding the Nature
Of the star’s occupation
Oh, Heavenly Creator of beauty,
How she smashingly embodies
Although death bombards her body,
She delightfully shines on
Life after death
The real gift exists
The wise man
Tells out to the city
About the same worries
Turning into clear conclusions
For this modern woman
Crystal clear accusations
In her dances with death
To live Life in the fullest

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