pela beleza

I died for beautiy, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty", I replied
"And I for truth, - the twho are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

"I died for beauty" - Emily Dickinson

from mindplayy

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