She lies there,
her ruby ring on her finger.
she lies in animal skin clamoured on her
Her hair well done: wavy and sleek.
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short but witty. having lived in vanity, she lies there now vanity herself; so vanity upon vanity, all is but vanity.
Waow! the vanity outlives her! what an irony! one thinks vanity is always shortlived. thanks for your beautiful poem that reminds us that too much vanity is deadly!
even in death? she lived in vanity now laid to rest still in vanity life nor death has no hold to keep her bay. I love ur writings.
Simply amazing, death can bring as much beauty as life can.