Can ya predict what it is? it
Is black or white
There is nothing to find.
Right or wrong, or
Freight or fright, for
Something to hide.
That's you or him?
What are you trying to tell him.
Why don't you look at you
Everything is, is in a mess,
Or just forget, it is,
It is all about chess
A guide to lead ya? no.
Guess if you like to live
With a sigh in your own believe.
it is lovely mohamed really their alot u want to say behind ur simple words
mirror...mirror on the wall look who's me am i is myself? or another me living in disguise...
Nothing intrigues the mind like a guessing game or puzzle.Another ten.
Black or white/Right or wrong...for these lines 10 added to it.
Wow! ! ! ! ! A little and potent piece you have there...but it materialized well unmasking who draws the game...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a religious truth. An expression of belief for a faithful man torn by those same beliefs. He can find his only faith in his mirror. All the rest is a game.A deep and thought provoking write. GW62