Corpse In Mannequin Poem by Tifanny Fernando

Me, getting used with these
As the wind howling
Whispering a spot of silence
Again just shrugged

I fly to sands and rocks
Laughing, shaking, and shouting at me
Standing among'em is a heart
Without knowing what took me here

They see me a girl
Fulfilled by flowers and scent of fertile
Trapped in an ancient mannequin
Quiet and grey as old

Grin is just a fake
A fake that laughs the universe
Silently, it forces the water to come out
Call it just tears

To whom I stand firm
Even clouds change the shapes
How I beg myself to recover
Again with mask

Mannequin of a lady
Corpse in a beautiful cold
Sorrow in a fertile soil
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