Truth or a lie I don't know
you may say as white as snow
behind my back you may repent
like the venom from a heartless serpent.
One day,
In your heart it may erk
till the day comes off dark
like a stark of light in your heart
when the cloaks of lie will be known.
For I know
On cheerful days or frightful nights
you may think and you may cry
or may be that you will never feel these
So, I can say, you know how to lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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