Long live the fashion and its tale,
But fashion is dead and no bail,
All bitten by fashion fatigue and trail,
Life is happy and high with fashion mail.
Life is best when world is happy on our fashion;
Fashion inspires and shower smile with passion,
Fashion is a statement, not a device or commotion;
It is to show world taste high, wide and its narration.
Fashion is keeping face to sunshine, over your head;
To hide dark shadows around face and be glad,
Alas! Now bleeding high and dry and displaced,
And fashion buzz is gone and designers are travelers red.
Fashion is for field and fashion is for hearth;
Fashion is a sword and a needle and for all worth.
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