Beauty.

You look like an angel,
Fallen from the sky.
Your wings seem to be broken,
And they're fading on the ground.
Your skin is crumbling slowly,
Until it becomes golden dust.
I'm sitting next to your body,
Looking at your porcelain face.
From your beautiful blue eyes,
Slide some glass little tears.
The flowers in your hair,
Are withering as if Death were close.
But your Beauty could die,
Your soul will be immortal,
And your heart will always be bright.
Coz afterlife
There's only inner beauty which is eternal.