Mea Culpa
Mea Culpa
This mirror reflects the image
The emulation of unfathomable repertoire
The inventory of knots that loops void symbols of splendour lavishly squandered
The culpability and shame of my stupor
The innocence tetherly dissipated
Wasted by gamut epitomic oblivion cipher...
Mea Culpa
Mea Culpa
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Kitso. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks