Eden's Mirror
Counting the remaining minutes
Of the appointed time that it seems
The final of days to unfold the secret
Of the different lies across the street:
The faces growing in great beauty
Behind the designed colorful play -
The birth and death of each day
Thus characters of he and she and it
In passion of pretense but so discrete;
The hundreds of mask painted so well
Of them, the skillfully crafted tale
To show but, the memoir of the elite
Hiding the scares of what they hate.
Hail street of name and fame
The journey from earth to heaven
The dreary-witty sons and daughters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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