I found ash
To rub on my skin
To hide all my beauty skills
No other mask needed
to safe myself
No tension of world's speculations
Long dead locks touching
earth
To make these a blanket to
sleep or make a head lock

Reached on a tough rock high mountain with all my efforts
Alone and alone only my own

Live in a small mouthed cave
To find my share of piece of peace
Dead ash is rubbed on future ash
No matter looked ugly or bad