What will you do with your beauty
if you become a liability
and have no brains
to be self dependent?
A flower that withers the next day
A painting that soon shades
A candle that burns in an hour
A storm that passes in seconds
The lightening that dazzles
For an instant and then, gone, gone, gone...
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