Branches bow deeply
Courtseying to passers by
The heavy burden of beauty
Almost impossible to bear
The heavy burden of beauty.
Is painful to witness, beast.
For your inner mirror
Shows beauty no more
The beast is scared
Being ugly is easy
Branches pregnant with flowers
At breaking point
Proped up with wooden sticks
Sun tickles blossoms pink
So much ease
In that burden
Come on beast!
Let the sun
Tickle your nose pink
Smash the mirror
Poetry by Nathalie 