LIPS ... LIPSTICKS ... FACEMASK
(a small poem)
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When lipsticks were there
Lips would stick out
In beautiful shades and shapes
To entice the world around
As to foxes, the high hanging grapes
Now obscured under the masks
Focus, shifted to the eyes
Plenty, items of adornment
Leaving one .. what next .. to surmise
So are perplexed cosmetic Lords
What's the fate of lipsticks
Corona cursed the lips to hide
How long! To get back their pride
O eyes! Don't gloat in hubris
Whispered lips from underneath the mask
Will be out and open soon
Lipsticked we would sing and croon