Mirror

33Anton Semenov

There is shape in disbelief

In the premeditation of

A prehensile tongue

Relinquishing dissent

Without motivation

The future is lost

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I have come to stand in

Opposition to every sage

Who dare illumine my path

Don’t let me find inside

The same infirmity

Don’t my heart sustain war

Lest I find within

A human greed

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In the company of others

I find myself unforgivable

Let each man be a mirror

That no man should live

In dissimulation