Her Makeup Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Her makeup

Stood there and stared
Nothing but perfection
Attractive her colours
I looked and admired.

Mesmerised, couldn't leave
Many words had to heave
One of them: "Please give, "
Meant to ask for warm kiss.

Lowered head thin her hair
Most fallen, remained paint.

She was calm, very kind
Rare breaths, even talk
Soft whisper could hear
Each breath expressed:
"Colour-change is fear
Fear of coming death."

This is how forest was
In the midst of the fall.