Beauty ,truth and moss

I am beauty, a nobody
who died ,who are you?
Asks the poet to Truth
across sepulchral walls.

I am truth ,a nobody who
died, your former self.
Moss would slowly cover
their lips and names.

(reading Emily Dickinson’s poem I died for Beauty)

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