Baskadia

Some faces shine

Like a tea pot

But they're not fine

In their heart

There's a plot:

The envious fire

made them crackle a lot

same as a pot

as they spoiled

They Became dark

Like dusk

The fire of envy causes

Troubles

Avoid it To be neat

Without a spot

Let your soul roses flourish

To live without a face blemish

Peace ✌️ Author