My mates say I look so cute.
But there is a thing that often makes me mute.
I always desire to be pretty by heart.
I want if I could have that art.
Only having physical beauty is a tart.
I often get distracted when I see the mirror.
But suddenly I experience a shudder.
I think about those who might have burnt faces.
Of course many are those cases.
Their souls are surely pure.
But no one offers them allure.
They have nothing left in order to cure.
But we can assure.
They will get strength for sure.
I want to convey a message
which for sure leads to theirs passage.
Physical beauty will vanish after an age.
Those will be remembered who are sage.
I declare that many have physical beauty.
But few are those whose souls are pretty.
It is our duty
to have respect for those who from inside are fruity.
©indubutola
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