Self-criticism
A tree in winter
Fallen leaves
Bearing cold
Sits on the white carpet
A measurement of the strength
A courage of the soul
Belief a pyramid
Only Words a deceit
Deeds a teacher
If a loss of everything
Honesty a mother
In the heart a candle lights
Before the deeds
Words are fallen by Intuition
When honesty occupy the mind
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