Seldom strengthens trust.
Those false representations,
Keeps one to question...
Too often and too much.
And those doubts increase repeatedly
With beliefs decreasing...
To leave relationships released to cease.
Never to be what they were before...
When doors were open free to explore.
Now closed they are to ignore.
Closed to lock forevermore.
False representations,
Seldom strengthens trust.
False representations,
Keeps one to question...
Too often and too much.
And out of touch is not a wish but a desire,
To quickly dismiss that which was trusted to rust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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